February 2012
101 posts
Talking philosophy to three different people at the same time? I like.
If something’s wrong, tell someone. If you’re that someone, listen. That’s all it takes.
It’s always the quiet kids who are alone and ignored.
Ohmygod. Just from watching the first few minutes of this movie, ohmygod. I swear when I grow older and have a kid, I’m going to spend time with my kid and treat him extremely well. Not to say I won’t keep him disciplined, but I’m not going to run him over with demands like most Asian parents do, I’m gonna let him explore the world on his own and let him make his own...
The movie “Beautiful Boy” directed by Shawn Ku seems like a quite timely movie to watch in light of the school shootings. I shall comment more on it once I finish watching it.
Also, I have decided that I would very much be open to having intellectual discussions at lunch/dinner with those who wish it. Have a question or concern, feel free to hit me up.
I don’t know what to make of the shooting incident. I’m sure tons of people are also wondering why the guy would do it, but come on… what the hell is up with all of these reports of teenagers killing people so often?
I quite like this new Tumblr dashboard.
In other news, I have been working a bit more on my pamphlet. I’ve made major changes to the style and content of it, and hopefully it works out for the best. At the same time, school is going ballistic on me, and my grades are falling faster than an obese handicapped man down a cliff. Wait, that’s horrible. Exactly.
Also, today was a...
“You’re special. The fact that other people are special too doesn’t change the fact that you’re still far more amazing in your own way.”
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I realize, a lot of cute girls follow me on Tumblr.
…well, there goes like half of them.
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Whenever I go shopping with a girl, I have the instinctive urge to say “We should get jerseys, ‘cause we make a good team.” I highly doubt anyone gets that reference, but oh well. The song isn’t that great, I just like that line and the one after it: “But yours would look better than mine, ‘cause you’re outta my league.”
Anonymous asked: or you're going to go to NYU. sorry for the two posts
Anonymous asked: your FB says you do?
Anonymous asked: Why'd you decide to go to NYU?
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“Hi there.
“You’re cute. I mean, I don’t just mean what you look like. Like, your personality is cute. The way you do things is cute. And I don’t mean you ‘act cute,’ no, that’s something entirely different. I think it’s because you’re nice to me, and I like that. You’re kind, you’re funny, and you’re not afraid to be...
I’m gonna be blunt, today was an extremely shitty day.
I feel like crap.
I’m gonna go ahead and take a nap now.
Hopefully I feel somewhat better afterwards.
I would like to write a Death Cab-esque song.
I swear, I’m gonna look like a hobo tomorrow.
Also, do a lot of teenage guys have forehead wrinkles (or whatever they’re called)? I just realized that I’ve had them for forever, but never taken much notice until I started to realize that a lot of people I know don’t have them.
I feel like it makes my day when someone says,...
Watching “Dangerous Method” invoked quite a few pieces of motivation for me to keep writing… but, it doesn’t seem likely that that motivation will last.
I really wish I could compose a song right now.
It feels like the music is inside of me, just waiting to burst out, but I just can’t get it to work out. It’s as if I’m suffering from some insane form of writer’s block or something where not only can I not write (lyrics) but I can’t write music (notes). Like, what instruments should I use? How do I get my hands on...
we all need moments to breathe.
so, just
breathe.
“there’s a girl i’d like you to meet”
thinks the child who’s too scared to speak
“her name not that important;
it could be Rose,
but maybe it’s not as sweet”
i found a picture in the picture book
of a boy and girl in love
i found a photo my mother took
of a boy and girl in love
Suddenly addicted to “We Have The Facts And We’re Voting Yes”…
And I thought The Photo Album was good…
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facing fears with
no fear
on my face
you’re on
your own
you’re all
alone
I’m not ready to grow up. Seriously, I’m not.
I always wish I could put up this professional front like so many famous people do—with their nice PR and formulated interview responses and not-too-personal Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook posts… I mean, even people I know from indie rock bands, or just people who work in the professional industry follow this etiquette. Why...
Break is almost over and I have done essentially nothing.
Other than spending rough time with certain people and going to Winter Percussion for about the whole day on Tuesday, I have literally stayed in bed all of break. (Then again, I did go on that one-hour jog on Monday…) But as for productive work, I have done none of it. Then, I’ve actually gotten rest during this break? The...
Motivation. What is it?
I used to think that I could move myself to do work. I used to think that when the going got tough, I could give it my all. I used to think a lot of things, but I guess, looking back on it all, it’s just a bunch of ego-talk.
That’s what I’ve been thinking about over these past few months. Ego-talk. Or rather, my greatest harmartia—hubris....
Cousin just stole my food that I painstakingly made. Neither he nor my aunt care.
Edit: It was damn delicious and expensive, too…
Pretty sure I just ate expired food. Oh well. I think I’m gonna awkwardly go out and watch “Dangerous Method” tonight.
Something’s wrong here.
Things aren’t the way they’re supposed to be.
What's going on with me right now.
He died on Thursday, driven mad with stress and depression.
“Class act,” one of his peers said, “he just did it for the attention. Told you he was a narcissist.”
They laughed.
“Did you know?” the guide pointed across the street at the child. “He tried killing himself three times last year.”
ugh. i’m pretty sure i’m sick and my head hurts like hell.
my internet is failing me, and i can’t load any pages.
this post took ten minutes of refreshing and waiting to post.
facebook is completely down for me.
i’m watching a boring pbs documentary, and my headache is preventing me from actually caring.
i think i have add. i can’t focus on anything anymore.
megatello:
Came across this in the middle of an article and automatically read it to the tune of the jingle, of course.
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oh god why are you so perfect
No, I promised myself I wouldn’t become so dependent on that thought.
So this is just about the first time I’ve decided to exercise since 2009… Whoever said that exercise makes you feel good is a masochist, I swear. (Of course I’m joking, I understand that there are chemical reactions that actually probably would make exercise a very replenishing and rejuvenating activity after hours of non-exercise, but I’m just not feeling it.)
when i let a day go by without talking to you, uhm, that day is just no good.
It’s not a fix.
You have to look within yourself for the solution.
External things may add to your happiness, but remember, happiness is not a destination. You don’t “get there” by buying things or depending on others. You have to be there already. That’s a choice you have to make yourself.
“When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.”
– William James (via kcnightfire)
Motivation.
What is motivation.
Force yourself to work.
Discipline.
Laziness.
Why.
a smile can be contagious
and it can play many roles
it can be the epitome of art
or send an arrow through my heart
a smile can bring me warmth
or jealousy, pain, and even anger
once it brought me joy
now it brings me hate
where did it go wrong?
i ask this, as i stand over your grave
with a goddamn smile just ‘cause
you told me, i had to be brave.
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a: i'm not ready to be in a relationship
a: i realize that
a: a relationship is something that
a: adds to your life
a: not fixes it
a: and for the longest time
a: i've been hoping for one to make me feel less lonely
a: but that's something to find beforehand
b: i think you're more quotable and profound
b: when you don't mean to be
a: haha
a: maybe
Just got home from first and last class of the day.
Our play didn’t go so well, but whatever… I hope my grades don’t suddenly drop off. Then again, it is second semester senior year and I’m basically at the A/B border, so it’s not that big of a deal.
Things to do in the next 95 minutes:
- Shower and re-dress
- Buy chipotle
- Finish econ project
- Finish lit...