février 2010
12 billets
I slept with all my heroes. They’re not my heroes anymore. Searching for an open window I’ve closed all the doors. Now no one can look me in the face. But I wont bite my tongue for too long Is it so wrong that I want to be involved with you? Do you expect me to be civilized when nothing is safe? Never letting go no, I dont know. Its hard for me to sympathize when you play the same...
“you’re the third person i know who is stupid enough to move to london...”
janvier 2010
18 billets
the sleep lost on these thoughts wasn’t worth the time.
i feel lost in the conversations you have which are too audience-specific. i want to belong but that’s not in my vocabulary.
are we humans or are we dancers? my sign is vital. my hands are cold.
“If we continue to teach about tolerance and intolerance instead of good and...”
– Dennis Prager
Most people seem to think my heart is a piñata. I don’t deserve it but god can’t make mistakes either, right?
Saddened and inspired
When I saw the images in the puddles and when the ocean turned into a flowing stream with a fabric texture “overlayed”, I was inspired.
I’m quite comfortable about tomorrow.
I’m also quite saddened. He was definitely expecting me to suck his dick. Sorry. But for that, you get to always meet my alter ego.
i’m beginning to have VERY unhealthy thoughts. i cant take that route. i can’t. but if i should, death is nowhere near. 586. 120. 85. 130. 370. 1500. 350.
a couple noteworthy thoughts/realizations:
why i ended up with these roommates
my history teachers don’t age
i’m walking at least 1.5 miles with an umbrella over my head in california—i’m awesome.
what...
breaking it down
santa clara, korean*
palo alto, jew/white
san jose, viet/filipino/latino/mexican
los altos, white
mountain view, white
milpitas, viet/filipino
sunnyvale, indian*
cupertino, indian/chinese*
fremont, chinese
redwood city, white
san mateo, white
hayward, white
*=distinct, but prominently white
break yours down.
apple stop # 5 from just this winter break.
/dancewithlax new song is up and i’m in love with it. LAX never lets me down.
spontaneity is highly discouraged
dad (124AM): where are u coming back? it’s very late. me(250AM): im having this deep conversation with life & religion i cant leAve. it was the first thing that came to my mind. i wasn’t lying though.
“so what...
another perfect level achieved!
just discovered a band i like from brunswick called Architecture in Helsinki. maybe theres a band called “made in the UK” from the united states.
for a couple seconds i thought no space was needed after a period. good god.
“Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste”
– Saadi (1184-1291)
shut up.
“that/your baby is so cute”
“this [insert article of clothing] is so cute”
“that [insert animal] is so cute”
“you two are cute together”
what exactly do you mean when you says these things? they are ABSOLUTELY POINTLESS. they’re fillers. needless to say. said habitually or out of respect. vague. & you’re not saying much.
i need...
what do you mean, "strange day"?
when you ask me, “how are you?” and i answer, “uhh it was um…strange” i’m probably referring to the sensation i got from the events, not the events themselves. let me give you an example.
this morning my alarm wasn’t plugged in so i had to check the time with my ipod. it was 11:34, four minutes earlier than yesterday. i had leftover pesto sauce which was...
the quick-swap
in a way, my family talks like this: “sinut tunsin niin monta vuotta, 我感覺好像我們是家庭, slik kalte jeg deg først. je suis désolé si sentes no la misma manera.”
actually, more like “I knew you niin monta vuotta, I 感覺好像我們是family, slik kalte called you først. I’m suis désolé if you don’t feel la misma manera.”
It drives me inSANE! let’s stick to sentences in ONE...
oh man. oh man.
my friend and i were reading post secrets. that book makes me feel less fucked up which has both its pros and cons. speaking of which, i have an extremely fucked up secret (a secret almost as twisted as a movie ending with a guy jacking off to his dead mother in the kitchen) that i could mail to post secret but 4-6 people know about it, including myself.
I’m not sure how to break the news...
Orchids
I read an article today and my brain started making funny noises: an idea came!! Orchids will work as a frame around my grandma’s portrait. The sunflowers will be moved to my right arm. Now, where to put the portrait…
Something worth noting: Last night during “family time” we went around saying our resolutions. I didn’t really have any but I quickly conjured one up:...
