DONE.

FINALLY.

You don't know you're beautiful.

Makes me dance in my seat. (:

I love boy bands.

BEST. ADVICE. EVER.

Aunt to Uncle: "Yeah, she wants to go to that school... Any advice?"

Uncle: "DON'T DROP OUT."

Me: See, Pa? LOOK AT HOW FANCY STANFORD'S PRESENTATION IS. They even have the plastic bag to protect the contents inside!

Pa: THIS IS WHERE ALL THE MONEY'S GOING TO?! SO THAT'S WHY TUITION COSTS ARE SO HIGH.

Dear Tua Cu,

I love our awkward conversations.

Esp. when you say

"Oh, how INteresting"

when you think I'm wrong but you don't want to doubt me so you don't say anything at the moment but you're secretly jotting it down in your head so that you can look it up later.

Yessir, I know what you're doing.

Oh, Dan.

While talking about popular Vietnamese dishes,

Everybody: COM TAM BI CHA THIT NUONG!
Me: OMG, I LOVE THAT STUFF.

Dan: I just love the way it feels in my mouth.

*awkward silence*
Me: xD ROFLROFLROFL
Dan: That sounded wrong, didn't it?
Me: *nods*
Dan: *walks away*

It's amusing how nobody can tell what I'm feeling aside.
Not my family.
Not my friends.

Only me.
It's like playing mind games
but with myself.

Why you so cute, Zhiming Long?
Oh, and by the way, thanks for caring (:

It's all my fault;

it's always my fault.

Partner-in-Crime 3:31 pm
    [Offline IM sent 2h and 10m ago] Oh, Emily, I love you oh so very much. <3

Oh, I know, Jessica. I know. xD

Best way to spend the night

With my family
In front of our fireplace
Listening to Christmas songs
Together on the couch

Then me&Mi laughing until our tummies hurt when Pa finds out we cut up his socks to experiment with sock buns.

& now, my treasures are asleep
& I'm working on my personal statements
In front of our fireplace
On my own...

BEST. SONNET. EVER.

Helen Chasin's "Joy Sonnet in a Random Universe"
(1968)

Sometimes I'm happy: la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Tum tum ti tum. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Hey nonny nonny. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Vo do di o do. Poo poo pi doo. la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Whack a do. La la la la la la la la. Sh- boom, sh-boom. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la. Dum di dum. La la la la la la la la. la la la la la la la la. Tra la la. Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la. Yeah yeah yeah.

^Okay, is it just me or does this sound like something I would compose?

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you're screaming?

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding

No, you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life.

Thank God for Simple Plan.

Headstrong, moving on.

& then it hit me: I was on my own.

I was always on my own and always will be
because I choose to be that way
but I can handle it, yeah?

& sometimes I just want to walk away
leave it all behind
screw the world

but ce n'est pas possible.

Alors, c'est la vie. Deal with it.

Got a problem?
Solve it. (;

Dyl Pickles say the darndest things!

Currently
: "I smell Harry Potter. I'm drunk."

Previously
: "I saw Sirius in the fireplace."

Before today
: "I am Lord Voldemort."

A year ago
: "I saw Baby Jesus."

Oh, how pretentious I sound...

... leaves me disoriented—so disoriented, that in fact, I have myself convinced I am fated to study the human body system, which suddenly appears everywhere I go. I run my fingers along the binding of my school binder and I feel the trachea. I bite into the outer membrane of a Chinese bitter melon and I see the intercostals nerves. I notice the analogous aspects but despite the plethora of books and search engines, I find only bits of data which give little explanation to the coincidental resemblances. No matter the circumstances, I do not give up on my research because the more I know, the less the margin of error in my conclusion, and thus, my pursuit of “why” perpetually continues.

Goshdarnnit,
I need a post-it to remind me to stock up on post-its.

FAIL.