Thanks to Fairly Legal, I kinda wanna be a mediator now. Hm.

Is it just me or do they kinda sorta look alike? x_O"

Grenade

 I am officially captivated by this song.
His vocals are kind of extremely amazing too.

Too bad you wouldn't really catch a grenade for me.
Or throw your hand on the blade for me.
Or jump in front of a train for me.
Or take a bullet straight through your brain.
Or die for me, baby.

Too bad there's no such man (; and you know it.

Random pics from my phone that I never uploaded.

Ain't that pretty? (: Sunsets ♥.

I want that shirt/dress. I want wings.

Grasshopper outside Dyl's window.

Tiff ran outside to take this pic. xD

That's Dyl Pickle's head, btw.

In Andrew Hill classroom.

Kinda amazing for a whiteboard sketch.

Wish I could draw like that.

Mikey, the ukelele player. ♥

SO BEAUTIFUL. I still want it. Too bad there's nowhere to take it to.

And I hate purple. Yet I lovelovelove this dress.

AHAHAHA, can you spot the oddity?

The black car on the left is driving in the wrong direction.

And I thought that was funny.

And eventually, he was forced to reverse because there were cars approaching. xD

Heavenly skies ♥.

JERKING. See that?!

That was in my APUSH book.

Apparently, ancient ppl jerked.

Butthead ♥.

Joanna Chen's UH-MAY-ZING artwork.

I was gonna steal it. But it wouldn't be fair to Emily. ):

Oh, me & my daddy & Murphy's Law ♥.

See that hole up there?

There was a bird in it.

Taking shelter.

My phone doesn't have zoom, so you probably can't see it.

But it was ... mmm... a moment.

RAW CUPCAKE BATTER, DYL PICKS?!

Oh, so I went to Valleyfair one day.

And my aunties went into MAC(?)--the makeup store?

AND OMG, I SAW THIS PRETTY MISS w/ PRETTY HAIR/CLOTHES/FACE.

And (UNCREEPILY) I literally couldn't stop staring. xD

So I waited for her to finish beautifying her client

and I approached her

and asked for a picture.

xD She was awfully nice though.

If I were her, I'd be thinking, "CREEPER."

But she was like, "Omgosh, SURE! Want me to pose? Oh yeah, that way you can see my eye makeup. Okay, I'm gonna pretend to look down, okay?"

Ahahahahha, she was cool.

This is what we do @ Tiff's when we totally run out of ideas.

ROARRRRRRRRRRR! Or squeak? xD

DYL PICKS THE RED-NOSED REINDEER!

Saw this at Denny's and wanted to try it but didn't want to waste Uncle's moolah.

): Darn, maybe next time.

Disney is a great influence.

Dear Parents,

Jasmine was in a relationship with a dirty homeless boy named Aladdin. Snow White lived alone with 7 men. Pinocchio was a liar. Robin Hood was a thief. Tarzan walked around without clothes on. A stranger kissed sleeping beauty and she married him. Cinderella lied and snuck out at night to attend a party.

You can't blame us. We were taught to rebel since a young age.

WHY SO TRUE?!

Konner's "Why the Reckless Survive"

Studies show that poor people

"live for the day because they know that they have no future."

Hmm, I never really thought about that before. And you?


People do crazy things not because they underestimate the risks.

"They want the risk, because risk taking, for them, is part of being alive."

No wonder I always suffer from lassitude.
Note to self: Take more risks.
But also remember: RISKS ≠ BEING STUPID.

There is beauty in the world ♥

Happy song! (:

fuckyeahmrluc.tumblr.com

is pretty genius.

'Nough said. (:

*Note to future self: That was your Calc. AB teacher during junior year.

More winter break...

AHAHAHAHA, OMG THIS WAS HILARIOUSS.

So apparently, there was a rat/mouse in our home.

And when we woke up the next morning, Kaitlyn's head was gone.

Well, her top head brain part anyway.

Guess who got hungry? xD

& then Kait was whining all day about how it ate her but not anybody else.

And I literally just ROFL-ed.

But I guess karma hit me because I was the one who screamed Monday morning.

Because guess who I found?

The suspect. Crying/squeaking in its death trap. :( I'm sorry it had to be like that.

I thought this tile was COOLBEANS.

But my mother thought otherwise.

Because guess where it's made in?!

VN.

Oh, mother. You were made in VN too, y'know?

This is what my kumquat does when she's bored.

This too. But she does this more.

She likes to ... umm... spend her time in that lil corner.

Don't ask why.

Winter Break

I know this is a bit late, but here it is anyway!

My winter break routine was a bit crazy. I think every single day was like this:

• Wake up.
• Go to lunch with Mommy.
• Go wall shopping with Daddy, T&K.
• Go home.
• Go Christmas shopping with Mommy.
• Wrap presents.

WOW. MOST PRODUCTIVITY EVER.
Just kidding, but boy, was I tired!

34 individually unique gingerbread men and women.

Made from scratch.

Decorated according to the actual person.

And packaged.

Yeah, that's right. What have YOU been doing?

Sadly, that would be the time in AM.

Coolest couch ever.

Idk why that square thing is there, but I have a feeling it lights up.

Hi everybody. Her name's Pooh.

@ the pound, where we got Blossom.

My family @ Tiffers's.♥

Too bad Tuyen&Na moved out. :(

♥

This is what I did... Christmas morning.

Right after opening presents.

Oh god. How we all look in the morning. Yikes.

Now I'm wondering why the fudge they flipped my picture.

BTW, Kait drew that for our fam. ♥

Another one of those animal hat/gloves thing.

Christmas in the park!

I stuck my head out the window just to get this shot.

I love the sky when it's like this. ♥

Maybe my dream was @ Wal-Mart. xD

I woke up to find myself entering this furniture-type store. Constantly shifting from left to right, my eyes tried to identify the familiar location when instead, they unexpectedly caught another pair of eyes staring back.

After a long while of mere observation, the owner of the green irides broke the silence, "You don't remember me, do you?" His bittersweet smile shone a sense of familiarity but, just like this place that I had an eerie affinity to, I could not recognize who he was. [His smile was exactly like Jake's smile in "Sweet Home Alabama."]

"Should I?"

He amusingly responded, "I don't know," and walked away from me, returning some misplaced item back to its shelf. I furrowed my brow in response to his open-ended response, the kind of response that bugs me so. My newly-trimmed bangs bounced as I tried to catch up with him.

Still unsure whether or not I should be approaching strangers, I simply walked beside him as he worked. This procedure was not working out so well, because I became bored almost instaneously and decided to do something--anything. So, I subtly glanced at his nametag: "Duke." The name rolled off my tongue like I've said it a thousand times before. Yet, when I tried reproducing the memories that associated with it, my brain went blank. How come I can't seem to remember yesterday? The day before? Why can't I seem to remember anything?

I didn't want to leave myself vulnerable, but I couldn't resist the temptation of knowledge. Why do I have a feeling that this Duke knows so much about me... but I so little of him?

It was my turn to break the silence. "Do you know me?"

"Sure, you could say so."

Ugh. I've always hated such open-ended responses. He was begininning to really irritate me, like my 11th grade English teacher.

We kept walking around the store, he, returning more misplaced items, and I,observing his actions and appearance.

He looked like the kind of guy that girls swoon over. Not that I would, but from what I saw, he wasn't heavy-built. Shadows of muscles peeked out from under his short sleeves. His hair was tousled in a way that said he cared about his appearance but didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard. He wore the store uniform, a navy blue apron, over his lower half, which said that he followed the rules but wasn't exactly a goody-two-shoes either. His baggy jeans, which weren't sagged (thank goodness!), showed that he wasn't the ghetto nor gangster type. He was the guy who ate sushi with you even if he hated it. The guy who went to the library to study with you even though he didn't have midterms the next day. The guy who wouldn't mind pushing you on the swings for hours and hours and hours. The guy who would do anything to see your smile.

Wait, hold up. Where was all this coming from? I barely know the guy. Scratch that. I don't know this guy at all. At least, that's what my head tells me.

In an attempt to learn more and make conversation, I asked him, "So... do you work here?"

Wow, that was lame. He should have replied, "Of course I work here, idiot!" but instead, he just pointed to the nametag and smiled.

Oh, that bittersweet smile again. Why is he doing this to me? Why do I feel like his complete identity is within my reach but I can't find which direction to follow?

Agitated, I confessed, "Look, if I'm bothering you--"

"You're not bothering me."

"Then why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because," he paused what he was doing for a moment and looked around as if trying to find the answer somewhere else, "because I don't know what to say?"

Wrong answer. I turned around and began to walk away, only to find myself stopped by a strong hold on my wrist.

Still not turning around to face him, I demanded, "Let go of me." I was afraid that if I turned back around, I would never be able to leave. Something about this place--something about him just completely puts me off track and I can't seem to identify what.

"Not again, I won't."



TO BE CONTINUED...
I have so got to do homework now. Oh, and by the way, this was all part of a dream. Except I exaggerated, of course. To make it more story-like. And I left out one important part... which hopefully I'll remember to include in the continuation. Haha, it's such a typical romance story, but whatever. & hey, I might just twist the ending. Oh well. We'll see. LATER GATORS.

P.S. This is such a Butthead kind of read.

P.P.S. This was supposed to be "private" but uh, I don't know how to set my post private, so yeah.

P.P.P.S. Too cheesy? Comments?

Lady in Red

Uh, I don't know what technique this is called. I think we learn it in Photo 2 though. :(
I hope I'll take it next year.
Nevertheless, one day, imma perfect this picture. One day. You can bet on it.

Paper Scissors Rock: Tiffers vs. Moi

on the way home from Carmel Beach, summer of '09

AHAHAH, I WIN, TIFFERS!

You Gotta (Live While You're Young)

You gotta live while you're young
Before this world comes undone
We gotta keep our heads high
Before this life passes by
If it all falls apart
Well, at least we had fun
You gotta live while you're young
Before this world comes undone.

STEM

I touched an 80-yr old dead man's organs yesterday.
While standing right next to his dissected body.
And I didn't pass out nor throw up.

It was a magical experience. Right, Jodie?

Only Girl in the World - Rihanna

Rihanna is singing,

"Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world

Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world"

& Kaitlyn goes, "But... she's a woman."

Oh, kumquats say the darndest things.

Last Attempt to Salvage my Grade

didn't go so well.

I already mentally prepared myself for it. No bubble left to burst. No more emotions to flow. Just cold blank and ... callous.
And for good reason too because there was no possible option to raise it.
Oh well?

Although he tried to comfort me, in a way, by offering. "Oh, well, the grades might even be .3% off... maybe. I'll check," that wasn't enough. I lingered on those other words instead: "Oh, don't worry. Nobody's ever killed themselves over a B+ before."
^ Hah, wouldn't that make a really interesting headline though? ;)

Just kidding, guys. If you're wondering, don't worry. I'm fine. (Haha, that's what they always say.) No, seriously? I came home to a Taco Bell Crunchwrap and automatically forgot about the whole matter for... 5 minutes. But hey, as long as I keep stuffing myself with food, I won't be able to moan/drone/whine/mope about it, right? I shouldn't anyway.

Conclusion: If I ever become obese... go find Landshof.

On other matters, when I was down, a lot of people were there for me and I'm just really lucky to have those certain people in my life.

Which reminds me: today, in the car, Fiona articulated(?) some "words of wisdom" ... kind of:

Are you crazy because you think you're crazy or are you crazy because you think you're crazy?

She should totally grow up to be a philosopher/psychologist one day. (Sarcasm intended. x_O")
BTW, SHE IS THE BEST MINI COMFORTER EVER. ♥

So thanks guys. For noticing/trying anywho.



I just realized... I have to go to school tomorrow. To class. To English. Oh dear, MOAN/DRONE/WHINE/MOPE all over again. Hah, let's make that my goal tomorrow. To totally screw the matter over and move on.

P.S. I should cry. I should curse. I should throw a bigger tantrum. But somehow I can't. I'm just kinda mentally talking myself through this.

Another conclusion: If I ever become mental (Ron Weasley's accent! :D), go find Landshof.

Oh, I forgot! IF you were wondering why I even mope about this, it's because grades make up who I am. As cocky and egotistic as I may sound, that's just my thing. My one goal in school. My only goal. Without my perfect slate, I just kind of lose track of who I am, I guess. It's just kind of new to me. That's all.

Oh well. No more killing myself over it. C'est la vie.

Regarding my grades, my mom just said to me,

You should know that most other parents out there would whoop your butt seeing those scores, like your aunt. But us... you're lucky to have us, you know? I love you and you know we only want the best for you. We cram into your life because you're our only daughter and we love you. Yeah? SO TRY HARDER!

Yeah, that last bit caught me off guard. xD I love y'all too, Mi&Pa.

Haha, I WAS a 4.0 virgin.

Lovely.

Butthead's right. The ones freaking out about grades and "the future" and allathat aren't my parents. It's me.

So, nice knowing you. I enjoyed you while you lasted.
Sigh, I guess this is goodbye.

Maybe one day I'll even come to thank Lambchop for ruining my perfect slate of curricular grades.
Maybe. But sadly, that day ain't today.

Back from Break

Back to the same old routine? Haha, yep.

Back to stalking schoolloop.
Back to moping about grades.
Back to the "best" four years of my life.

Lovely. Just lovely.