February 2011
31 posts
So if you love more
you’ll walk a further distance to get to where they are
it’s not even about meeting halfway anymore.
January 2011
70 posts
there's a nasty little creature
crawling up my throat
i want cough drops and pi pa gao hackhackhackhackhackhackhackhack.
you don’t even understand how amazing this is at destroying cough and sore throat
nostalgia, nostalgia
nothing ever changes. that magic when you’re hidden in the stage wings watching your friends perform - that crazy level of adrenaline on it-
and the strange, strange feeling you have after it’s all over. strange, i say.
brings me back to the days of NYMD. Raj drilling us/making us cry/(ahem) tormenting us/dismissing rehearsals out of frustration. Us at the sides freaking out/worrying...
while browsing upcoming concerts in New York
Nuoyee: omg The Pajama Man.
Me: SQUEAL
Nuoyee: that sounds like something you would go to.
it's that little monster
you know you’ve reached that stage of friendship when every time you see that person, you just want to give him/her a humongo hug just because you want to and need to and not because it’s something that you do out of habit.
i don’t know if you know what i mean
on the other hand i’m about to pee in my pants because my magical fluffy unicorn rainbow package has arrived and...
i'm free
today i feel particularly liberated
Through you the darkness flees
Through you my heart screams I am free
I am free to run
I am free to dance
I am free to live for you
I am free
I have also discovered my new love for oranges. except for the peeling part -
attention, you
because
if i don’t know how to love a perfect Being
how do i love an imperfect one?
i miss my pops mucho. today i had his favorite crepe flavor for dinner
and wallowed in sadness while thinking about how
he always did tell me to take my vitamin Cs and go to bed early.
and such. much. such. nothing else rhymes with such.
dutch?
such is the life. such, my dearest, is the complex...
that awkward moment when you don't know if a car...
-benwahballs:
sewed shut
although i do enjoy a hot shower every morning, i dread coming out of it and stepping into the chilly air
Watchstory of joanne’s days. (cough grace cough)
the last few seconds of the video were cut off due to indiscretion. goodbye.
The best sort of granola bar any sane human being... →
Little brain,
is it outrageous to claim that God’s role in our lives likens that of the cerebellum?
the cerebellum is our brain’s “little baby brain.” it does not initiate movement, but is crucial in motor control given its function of coordination, precision and accurate timing. Mr. Wiki (who had recently became a very ahem good and faithful friend of mine) also mentioned this —...
wait, what did you say?
sometimes when people talk without CAPS or exclamation marks or smiley emoticons or hahas or lulz or HAHAs, i get stressed out because it appears as though they’re frustrated or angry or bored or .. you get the point.
cybertalk is annoying. i guess we all have different baselines for expressing emotion online. etc. uh, lulz.
speckles of the glint in your eyes,
hot showers are the best after trudging about in the cold. i don’t think the word ‘cold’ even encompasses what the weather really is.
so much cacophony. i need some time off to simply… listen.
also, the soundtrack for Grey’s Anatomy is mind-blowing. just sayin’. (but also subliminally convincing everyone to start watching the show)
i want to write letters put...
“Our greatest fear should not be of failure but of succeeding at things in life...”
– Francis Chan
“I woke up tired, and feelin’ old. & I wondered why my bed was cold… and I...”
– The Thoughts That Give Me The Creeps, Hellogoodbye (via thetides)
papercuts and granite rust
breathing was difficult. felt like icicles down my throat. now it’s sore. and my body is constantly gravitating towards my bed.
last class in 25. please let it be quick and painless
but nbd nbd nbd, TGIF all you friends and foes
i need to stop wallowing this miserable wintery situation because the sun’s actually… out. the light’s shining through Room 307’s window...
wild abandon
worship with wild abandon
gracejieunlim asked: why does poop take forever to come out from my body?
ladybugs
The helium in my birthday balloons must be dying. The balloons are now floating miserably mid-air, far from where they were against the ceiling
but that is not the point.
a friend of mine told me a story about ladybugs today. i really did expect her to say something rather trivial (e.g. ladybugs hibernate during the winter) but instead i got a dose of much-needed insight
every one needs a...
Polarity
It isn’t very healthy — stepping in and out of warm buildings/winter reality, is it?
not much of a winter wonderland, really. not much magic after Slush comes along and attacks your poor, non-waterproof shoes.
my toes are icy and they’re not thawing. what is Gestalt psychology?
i need to know that by Monday.
TEE HEE
oh nigahiga
“For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through...”
– 2 Cor 1:5
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to...”
my reflexes were not fast enough
to stop myself from sneezing above my psych textbook. let’s just hope the next person to use it has an unfathomably strong immune system
absence does not make the heart grow fonder, i say
but then again the two words don’t really have much of a concrete stance
Room 307 is a chapstick-eating monster.
white is a mean color. i prefer light cream. like the color of vanilla. not that vanilla’s exactly white anyway. oh! and it’s the weekend. mlig.