The World is Ending

SALMONELLA OUTBREAK!
It's not just peanuts, spinach, tomatoes, but now also pistachios.
The end of the world is surely coming.

On a completely different note, obligation does not mean it cannot coincide with want, as in the verb. Obligation is perhaps more respectful, it does not consider want because that is too childish and whimsical, but rather obligation is consistent, stable, something to rely on.

Welcome all to La La Land

I wish I could marry Henry Tilney

In a quiet room and someone is playing N Sync. Going to go ballistic!

Had another dream again. Chased by demons again, except one of them was of someone I know. I wish people wouldn't stick their nose in my life, I hate creepers.

Cruel Reality of it All

I can't stand outright hypocrisy and you, you are the epitome of it.

I tried to beat the system-the buffet system

I am so bloated and nauseous; buffets are the devil's creation.

Reading Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey, it's very feminine and romanticized. Austen is really skillful at capturing the simple feelings of a woman or at least an idealistic woman.

I think I can read it better since I have no idea what the plot is compared to Pride and Prejudice. It'll be more of a pleasure to read I suppose. I need an intellectual romance novel from time to time.

Trying to be more environmentally aware--stop buying bottled water, use tap water and filter that shit to oblivion, thought it might not even have to be since it's regulated pretty well or so they say.

I'm disappointed with Korean Hana Yori Dango. People say it's good but I couldn't bare to watch and didn't get past episode 3 or 4.

Please excuse my grammatical mistakes...not in the right mind set as of late.

Need to grow tough skin (but then what would I do with lotion?)

Can I just say that I am in love with my Shakespeare TA, in the most platonic sense. He really reminds me of Kevin Sorbo and he totally loves Asians (hence he is cool with me even though he's cool with everyone) since he takes Tae Kwon Doe. Random tangent: I don't know why but I usually find myself in classrooms with no Asians or one other Asian. Am I breaking the stereotype or am I becoming Americanized-white-washed!-because I'm pretty sure to other Asians I am Americanized but I'm still love Asian culture, I just don't like the meek nature of Asian culture.

I FIGHT AGAINST ASIAN SILENCE! Except when I'm in a class and it's awkward.

Back to the point. My TA thinks I'm smart probably and I don't even have to say much. He makes it really easy to talk in his class. I love that. It doesn't have to be really smart comments, well it can, but he derives or connects it to everyday life.

EGADS! Just thought of my next PipeDream article. I also published a poem (was on this blog before) in Free Press, another Binghamton publication and it felt really good to see it. A step closer to recognition? Yeah, right.

"I think skinny models just make them all the more precious, you know, with the sense that any stiff wind could blow them into oblivion." Stephen Colbert

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Ace of Hearts needs to leave me be

Imagine that everything is connected, that perhaps this one card can unravel the secrets and answers that I need. This is not just one card that holds meaning, but is again seen and connected with water and the cups card. The center, unfortunately.


Had another dream again.

I am the supposed Healer

Gratitude. If today were Thanksgiving, I would need to be told to shut up because of all that I am grateful for.

Friends give me courage and a sense of humor-the things I need the most.

To Mung Bean,
I love you from the bottom of my heart. Thanks for trying and being there when I needed someone. I wish I could hug you to make you happy because you deserve happiness the most.

Because let's be genuine, I'm the one in need of healing too.

Forgotten Slippers

If I could beat Awkwardness, I'd beat it with a steel bat until he was broken and bloody.

"Don't wish me happiness-I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor-I will need them all."
Anne Lindbergh

I cringe now as I am alone in my room and I can hear the footsteps in the hall. Pathetic, perhaps, depressed, perhaps, still conscious, most definitely.

The Art of Avoiding Someone

I must say that I haven't been practicing avoiding people in a while; therefore, due to certain circumstances, I can now again practice this glorious art.

I am an official member of the FML club now. Thank you for accepting me and please be kind to me.

The Fish cries only to help the Global Water Crisis

Life is like an enlarged petri dish with millions of collisions that are so called interactions.

Simon Lee, The Old Huntsman
William Wordsworth

Sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall,
An old man dwells, a little man, -
'Tis said he once was tall.
Full five-and-thirty years he lived
A running huntsman merry;
And still the centre of his cheek
Is red as a ripe cherry.

No man like him the horn could sound,
And hill and valley rang with glee
When Echo bandied, round and round,
The halloo of Simon Lee.
In those proud days, he little cared
For husbandry or tillage;
To blither tasks did Simon rouse
The sleepers of the village.

He all the country could outrun,
Could leave both man and horse behind;
And often, ere the chase was done,
He reeled, and was stone-blind.

And still there's something in the world
At which his heart rejoices;
For when the chiming hounds are out,
He dearly loves their voices!

But, Oh the heavy change! -bereft
Of health, strength, friends, and kindred, see!
Old Simon to the world is left
In liveried poverty.
His Master's dead, and no one now
Dwells in the Hall of Ivor;
Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead;
He is the sole survivor.

And he is lean and he is sick;
His body, dwindled and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoll'n and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
One prop he has, and only one,
His wife, an aged woman,
Lives with him, near the waterfall,
Upon the village Common.

Beside their moss-grown hut of clay,
Not twenty paces from the door,
A scrap of land they have, but they
Are poorest of the poor.
This scrap of land he from the heath
Enclosed when he was stronger;
But what to them avails the land
Which he can till no longer?

Oft, working by her Husband's side,
Ruth does what Simon cannot do;
For she, with scanty cause for pride,
Is stouter of the two.
And, though you with your utmost skill
From labour could not wean them,
'Tis little, very little -all
That they can do between them.

Few months of life has he in store
As he to you will tell,
For still, the more he works, the more
Do his weak ankles swell.
My gentle Reader, I perceive
How patiently you've waited,
And now I fear that you expect
Some tale will be related.

O Reader! had you in your mind
Such stores as silent thought can bring,
O gentle Reader! you would find
A tale in every thing.
What more I have to say is short,
And you must kindly take it:
It is no tale; but, should you think,
Perhaps a tale you'll make it.

One summer-day I chanced to see
This old Man doing all he could
To unearth the root of an old tree,
A stump of rotten wood.
The mattock tottered in his hand;
So vain was his endeavour,
That at the root of the old tree
He might have worked for ever.

"You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool," to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
Received my proffered aid.
I struck, and with a single blow
The tangled root I severed,
At which the poor old Man so long
And vainly had endeavoured.

The tears into his eyes were brought,
And thanks and praises seemed to run
So fast out of his heart, I thought
They never would have done.
- I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath oftener left me mourning.

How many of us will achieve our dream?
How many of us will be sell outs to our idealistic goals?

Emotion is all I have; therefore, if there is a lack of, then perhaps I should worry; if perhaps I have more than I asked for, then I should relish in the throes of it (passion?).

What is the Issue today?

I complain about other people and think badly of others, a great personal flaw.

But I also consider that perhaps there's nothing wrong with other people, perhaps I am the problem.

I need to accept people better and not get so easily annoyed. People have their problems, their priorities, and their way of dealing with things.

Big Bang, I am obsessed with you!

Party like a Rock Star!

It's funny how in one day everything can change.

This morning, all I could think about was finishing my research methods paper, and getting through Shakespeare discussion and my lectures. Finally submitting my paper online, I finally just relaxed and basked in the warm weather on my bed. Somehow this led to playing volleyball which led to going downtown to First Fridays, to see art shows, which led to Merlins, the gay bar.

Primary ways to release stress:
1. eat
2. exercise
3. write

Additional stress relievers:
1. drinking with friends
2. dancing like no tomorrow.

The last two songs of the night were Pink's "So What" and Katy Perry's "Hot N Cold", such fitting words for the night; Lawrence and I know why.

"So, so what, I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't need you

I'm alright, I'm just fine and you're a fool"

"'Cause you're hot then you're cold
You're yes then you're no
You're in and you're out
You're up and you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white

You, you don't really wanna stay, no
You, but you don't really wanna go, oh"

Can I say that jumping up and down vivaciously and belching out these hits was a perfect recompense to this dreadful week.

Things Happen for a Reason

Coincidences. No such thing.

Things really do happen for a reason. Look around and observe.