Well-Rounded My Ass// Pun Unintentional

Chowing down on Pizza that may be stuffed with chili, lettuce, tomato, and tortilla chips. Delishh!

Now my blog entries have been short because my classes have been long and hectic. I'm overloading and taking 5 classes (BOO!), but at least I can add something to my resume.

I've been thinking of a couple of concepts for my next Pipe Dream article but it's too...serious or me or preachy or all of the above. I like breaking out of any mold people assume of me; however, I don't want to always change based on other people's opinions. I want my articles to swing from serious and provocative to light-hearted. One day, I hope I can write satire. I personally think humor and romance are the most difficult genres to produce.

As obvious, classes are asking more of me-I'd assume so since I'm taking higher level classes-and so I actually have to organize my time even better than last semester, which had ultimately failed anyways. I might have to actually speak in discussion classes now. At least it's easier when you speak in class at the beginning than starting randomly in the school year.

I got my carbon foot print! And I take 4.73 Earths...um...at least my carbon foot print was super low! Then again I don't know how many miles I've traveled per year.
If you want to know yours, go to myfootprint.org.

A-po-plexy. Nice ay?

I am off gallivanting. Be back in a jiffy.

Let's talk about Sex Baby

I want to see The Libertine with Johnny Depp.

In class, I'm reading poems by John Wilmot and I must admit his life sounds very entertaining. I'm excited to see that this poet, who is renown for his debauchery, will come to life in the film since it was acted by Johnny Depp.

Did I ever mention how much I love Johnny Depp? I have watched most of his movies. Wait, until I get my hands on this movie.

Run after that Ox!

First Day of School La & Chinese New Year La.

Happy Chinese New Year to all! Although I'm disheartened that I don't get to spend time with my family, even if we don't usually on this day but still now I don't even have the chance to. I'll stare longingly at my four orange and tangerine pyramid and think of home. Insert sad face.

First day of classes was cool but then again I only had 3/5 classes, I still have another one to go to. However, I did make a friend today. Yipee! haha First days of school are usually crucial in finding a friend for future assistance in homework or as source of relief.

I glanced at some of the syllabuses and cringed at how much labor I'll be doing and how much sleep I will be losing.

I'll try to hold true to some of my new year's resolutions (Is it really a new year's resolution when it's late in the year? Because we all know we forget and give up. Right?)

-A's in all classes.
-Call Daddy every day.
-Wake up early...earlier than usual.

Right!加油!

Why does Yahoo have a banner for Chinese New Year and not google? -.-

Here's the belated article:

“You look like a fag”, a friend-I suppose-remarked, referring to my head shot in the Pipe Dream newspaper. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t offended or ticked by his comment. Though, I must admit that the bluntness of his observation was not surprising but neither was it refreshing.

If by chance you were neglectful about my appearance, I applaud your carelessness and lack of detail. Don’t mind the image of my slighted face.

Friends have advised me to retake my picture, but my stubbornness and slothfulness have halted any attempts at doing so. I’m also apprehensive that my loveliness may blind Pipe Dream followers. Scoff.

In actuality, I don’t care. Correction. I shouldn’t care. Where superficiality may reign in other areas of my social life, I will not let it govern my freedom of expression. I will not let it mar my words, the sole existence of which I create and mold. I’d rather have someone commend me on my opinions and suggestions than hear meaningless compliments on how banging my visage is.

Superficiality, catalyst for the Trojan War and a prevalent nuisance, is why people cannot reach their highest potential. There is intense pressure from society to be beautiful, to be thin, and to be respected. In this sense, not only does superficiality branch out to physical attractiveness but to one’s reputation, preferences, and occupation.

An acquaintance once said that musicians, writers, and artists aren’t real vocations. They do not go through intense hardships or receive any high valued rewards. Why bother persevering towards an ambition that barely gains recognition?

Additionally, when family members hear that I want to major in English, they nod enthusiastically but do not realize that they are unconsciously frowning. Consequently, they begin to suggest being a doctor or a lawyer or even a businessman (woman) because they’re “respected” and conveniently make loads of money.

God forbid that I choose a career that is not to my family’s liking. In reply to everyone’s proposal to reconsider my future, I would like to respond with a Confucius quote, “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”

If one chooses their career based on superficial reasons, then how can the people they are interacting with or helping trust their abilities? These people, I feel, are easily swayed by money, family, and society when a profession should be based on someone’s passion to improve their life as well as others.

I understand that following in the steps of a prestigious parent or needing to feel secure financially is a realistic motive; however, when people spoke of following one’s dreams, I don’t think they meant any occupation that serves big fat checks at 299, 792, 458 meters per second (speed of light).

There should be fervor and affection for what one does because only then will respect be officially earned. A career should not be a burden but an articulation of one’s abilities and personality; it should promote individual development.

So screw Helen of Troy. Screw reputation. Screw monetary gain.

Screw them all.

For I know my purpose isn’t to bless people’s eyes with an angelic face or to make millions-even if it would be a plus- or to impress anyone but to be relatable, to be honest, and to be genuine for others and to myself.

Semi-blind Date

Today I finally met with the famous Snow White and he did not disappoint. All I've been hearing for the past month is about this boy and what he's been doing and his general background. My aunt kept trying to make appointments for us to meet so she can see him while I can take the awkwardness away and chat with him.

At first, it was really awkward, but then it seemed natural to just walk through stores with him. I guess when he was talking to my aunts and my grandma, I realized that I hope my future husband could speak Wenzhounese, better than me, so he could speak to my grandparents and my aunt. It would be nice, but I know it's unlikely.

I'm open to every culture, but for my family to unintentionally exclude him because he doesn't understand the culture or the language seems unfortunate.

Then again, I don't totally agree with some of the Chinese ideals either.

Oh Woe is me!

To what extent should I take dreams seriously

Months ago, I dreamt that my family member was kidnapped by vampires. I somehow found the house and the vampires were acting like rich humans, luring other humans into their clutch. I snuck into the room where my family member was and tried to save him/her. But just as I was about run out, a vampire came in, so I grabbed a sharpened pencil and stabbed the vampire. I couldn't find where the heart was and so I stabbed randomly, searching for his heart. Once the pencil punctured his heart, all this blood spewed.

Last 2 weeks ago, I dreamt that I woke up from a bed and looked out the window and saw a body bag. I don't know why but I knew it was done by vampires and the aura was very dangerous and dark. Then I was with friends and these strippers, dressed as vampires, popped out of nowhere. I remember being extremely scared because it felt real and I wasn't sure how to defend myself and my friends. That's when I started to collect pencils and bundle them and place them in my sweater pocket. However, they were all dull and I was secretly searching for a pencil sharpener. I finally found out that these vampire strippers weren't just humans but that there was something weird about them and they were about to tell me; however, my grandma decided to wake me up.

Last week, I dreamt that I was in a mansion, a few houses from my house, and I knew vampires were loose in the house. I don't know why but I never think about fleeing because if I did that I knew I would get caught. The only thinking I have in these dreams is that I have to fight my way through. The problem in this dream is that my little cousins were there and my first priority was to save them and put them in a safe place, away from the vampires. Once that was done, I ran into the house, to get to the door in order to get to my house where my shotgun was located.

While I was in the house, I grabbed a scissor in case and was about to walk out when four vampires came traipsing downstairs. I was dumbfounded and knew I couldn't take four vampires. Suddenly, there were all these plates of Chinese food and that gave me an idea. I asked them, acted like a neighbor, if they have the Chinese take out number. They looked at me suspiciously, but eventually gave me the number. Afterwards, I ran out of the house anticipating getting my shotgun until my aunt woke me up.

Last night, I dreamt that I was about to have sex with a demon. Somehow, I was on this adventure-I was the heroine!- to obtain these powerful artifacts, but demons kept showing up and creating havoc on our lives.

Billy said that I was weird to dream about angels and demons and vampires. But I've never dreamt about angels or anything close to it.

Therefore, I wonder how fucked up I truly am. haha

鬼鬼 & 王子; Writing is Rusty

I was telling Joann and Lily how I already know my wedding song. It's sad because I don't have any husband candidate yet and he has no say in what song either. Oh wells. It's funny because the name is associated with someone I hate too.

Lately, I've been stalking two celebrities because I, like many other followers, believe they belong together. Viewers can easily tell that Gui Gui loves Wang Zi. Even so, they can't date due to a contract.

My friends ask me why I'm stalking them. Usually I like to read up about celebrities because I admire them and want to personally meet and adore them, Big Bang coughs, but sometimes when you watch television, there's a spark between two people which makes it more enjoyable to watch. I love watching developing love between two people because how it is at the beginning is nothing compared to the ending. I enjoy watching two destined people finally getting together, but, moreover, I love watching two people, with lots of chemistry, find their way to each other even when the odds seem against them. I supposed opposites in some sense, like Pucca and Garu.

So what's the big deal with mentioning these fictional/celebrity loves, why do I always have to talk about nonsense? It's to abate the loneliness I'm feeling. I fall into or float upon a cloud that is unreachable except by a single person. I fill my excess time with fictional stories, mangas, and movies and dramas to escape what I do not have. In this way, even if I cannot have my love then I can imagine and watch as others find theirs.

So quick God, lead him to me.

No Wonder I'm so Damned Idealistic

I shaved today. I haven't shaven in 4-5 years because I am an adamant plucker. If only you could have seen my face in the shower as I slid the razor across my leg and realized, horrifyingly, what I had done. Yet, I can' help but love how smooth my legs are.

The past two weeks have been hectic or mundane, whichever you would like to choose to describe my days. Oddly, I would usually feel like I wasted this vacation, even though I kind of have, I did spend a lot time with family and friends. Albeitly, I did not accomplish much of what I had hoped for, I knew I wouldn't, I feel peaceful and revived.

I spent the first week in Boston with friends and enjoyed being young. Second week, I was with grandparents and enjoyed home-cooked meals as well as entertaining my younger cousins. I didn't realize how many big words I knew until they kept annoyingly asking me. Such as, "What does Id-di-ot mean?" In reply, "Your father." I jest. I wish I had though.

I also watched massive Disney movies and shows like Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Cinderella 3, Kim Possible the Movie, and Pucca (loves Garu...did I ever tell you how much I love Garu?).

Additionally, watched Slumdog Millionaire and Brown Sugar Macchiato, both reflecting on love.

I love Angst, perhaps I'm sadistic.

No matter how many people put down Obama and how he will fail as our President, I will keep total faith in him. Also, heard that Bush got booed down, too hilarious.

I officially welcome 2009!

Lost in Languid Land

Believe it or not, but today was the first time I ever shoveled snow!

At first, I was excited, shoveling snow to the side and then down the driveway and along the path ways. Unfortunately, the excitement died down. No wonder people complain about shoveling snow, my hands burned afterward. I should have listen to my cousin and put on my gloves. It just goes to show, I am hardcore.

Article will be up soon....lol

Oh BOogers

When people get to know me, they realize how incredibly lazy I am. I try to forestall taking a shower if I have other things on my mind, but in all honesty, I love showering. I love being under the spray of water and having nothing to think about except what is at hand. I love feeling like I'm wiping every speck of dirt away. Occasionally, I even believe that water has mystic powers, it can take so many forms and has so holds within itself so many possibilities.

For me, bathing is a personal ritual, a cleansing of the body and of the day's thoughts. I don't find that sexual, so I never understood why couples thought having sex in the shower is erotic.

Showering, in my mind at the very least, is a respected ritual for in some Asian cultures, whether it be historical or not. Families would help bathe and wash each other's backs.

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I feel defeated not the sense I've tried and lost but in the sense that i don't care anymore, that I have accepted my helpless state.

I know this is like giving up and I still refuse to, yet what else can I do.

Destiny can be twisted only so much.

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I wonder if we're all ignorant of the anger and hatred that runs through our family.

Being a parent is more than a job that requires only a few hours, it requires a life time. This also includes being a spouse.

Article up tomorrow.

The Korean HYD (hana yori dango) is horrendous. What a disgrace to the Taiwanese and Japanese dramas as well as the manga. Absorbing the attention and praise for what's done by other countries is one thing but not acting up to it is pathetic. I thought that the typical Korean elements would highlight the manga and make it even better but it seems like there was no thought put into it at all.

Grapefruits

Been addicted to monkey balloon game (like bomberman).

WHY AM I SO LAZY?!

Article Barticle

My attempts at blogging for a nonexistent audience curbs my ferocity to write.

However, I did write an article on superficiality.

Coming Soon.

Imagine a bulletin board of a future store, but instead of frozen dessert, imagine my face.

Word

Forgive thyself; only then will thyself forgive others.

I dreamt that I laid with you last night. Our bodies intertwined and I wanted so much from you, more than you could ever give.

Though it was only a fantasy, I found myself not hating myself as I normally would have.

Let's meet under the stars one day.

Irreconcilable, they say.

You never realize the weight of your words and actions until years later you witness through tales of the past of how the scars still remain.

You never realize how much love one is yearning for until you hear the silent whimpering and see the burrowing tracks that have branded itself upon the cheeks, preparing for the torrent of liquid acid.

No. No. No. No one realizes the extent of their power or the perennial mistakes of their youth. Not even I.

Doodles speak volumes Oof Oof

He spun the plastic wheel of the red and yellow rimmed car and thought of freedom. Each spin would lead him to a different country, a different landscape. Venice, Paris, Shang Hai, Lima, cities built upon layers of history and of cruelty. But before he could expound any further opinions he found himself in another area of the world. Frantically tasting the exotic cusine from Nepal to Thailand, pleasuring himself with the sight of Nature's favorite critters, and frolicking underneath the harsh city lights.

Freedom. Such an easy word. He never knew it could be so misleading.

Soy Sauce has 1006 mg of Sodium

"This is what historians usually do, quibble about cause and effect when the point is, there are times when the world is in flux and the right voice in the right place can move the world."
-Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game

Which of the following must you obey over the other three
		A steady red light.
		A policeman.
		A stop sign.
		A flashing red light.

Policeman was my first guess but I thought it was a trick question!

To Start Anew

What's so appealing about the new year that causes people to fuss? It still feels like 2008.

Except this year, Obama will be President of the United States. Except this year, I want to not change because I do not believe that a person can change but rather reveal more sides of myself, to endure.

I awoke to sunlight today, after only 5 hours of sleep, as if bringing me forth from last year's nightmare to a new beginning (literally as well as figuratively).

I feel a slight change in my body spiritually, perhaps due to age, but also a sense of renewal of strength and hope.

If I start this year off well, then the year will follow with a cinch. No past weights pinning me down.

Only the Future. (Cue in a bright ray of light for media effects. ha)