February 2010
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How would you define love?
My, that’s quite the serious question, that I will answer back with another serious question.
How do you put a definition on a feeling? If I were to ask you, “How do you feel sad?” And you thought of the most horrible time in your life, would you be able to define it with words?
Well, I should at least try to answer your question....
January 2010
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Who’s justin beiber?
The five year olds that are in love with him would swarm you for incorrectly spelling his last name. It’s “BIEBER.” Haha, I really didn’t know who Justin Bieber was until like a month ago. And I still didn’t bother looking him up on youtube until … now.
Apparently, he’s a nine year old boy who hasn’t...
swift for days
Seriously, the most real chorus from a song for a group of teenage girls.
“Cause when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you You’re gonna believe them And when you’re fifteen, don’t forget to look before you fall I’ve found time can heal most anything And you just might find who you’re supposed to be I didn’t know who I was supposed...
It's like whoosh.
Sometimes, I hate being grabbed by my memories. I mean, I really would just like to sit here in peace. But no. For some reason, I start getting all nostalgic and ish. And for what? For nothing. Sometimes, I really wish my thoughts would just leave me alone, so I can be calm and relaxed instead of frenzied and analytical of everything.
sidenote// somebody got me sick, and I’m going to find...
Bowl Noodle Soup
I’m in an extraordinarily good mood today! BECAUSE OF SOUP. It’s official! Etiwanda High School does not have the funds to buy paper! But! We do have the funds to buy NONG SHIM BOWL NOODLE SOUP!! I don’t know about you. But I much rather have Nong Shim than paper. This just means one thing— Asians are no longer a minority at Etiwanda. We’re the driving force baby!...
I Could
be doing weed
be doing drugs
be getting high (by doing the above)
be getting drunk
be acting like a promiscuous slut
be having sex
be cutting myself
be failing at school
be failing at life
be trying to kill myself
be violent
be sneaking out every night
be clubbing
be the worst daughter ever to my parents by screaming “I HATE YOU” at the top of my lungs, stomping to my...
every little thing you do is magic.
Hard times like now call for noble actions. Yes. I am going to talk. About HAITI (and other stuff….) But I’m going to try and not do the whole “oh we must help them! look at this video footage of a REAL LIFE child starving on the streets!” Though the intentions are good, people like that just bother me. I mean, can you stop filming that apparently “REAL LIFE...
브로큰 하트 (Broken Heart)
I love this song (:
Lunch
today was a forlorn, sad little thing. I sat, eating my poor people sandwich, watching Carly drop pieces of her rice cracker on the Mrs. Dodson’s carpet. Then I watched as rain leaked through her door and started soaking the carpet. Then I sat and did nothing. Then I rifled through my “student folder,” and was pleased to find A+’s on my vocabulary tests and projects from...
Sooo
I read this. And at first I was so happy.
Then I finished reading the paragraph. And I must admit, that I started to cry.
Christa dear, I’m really happy that you’re finally getting recognized for the great actress that you are. You deserve it. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m going to miss you so much, and I feel like a retard for even getting emotional...
pretty.
there are many pretty people in this world. (just talking strictly appearances here.) i mean, turn around, there’s probably a pretty girl behind you.
but have you ever seen somebody just so RIDICULOUSLY pretty, that you STOP whatever you’re doing? that had never happened to me…until today. uhm, no homo or anything, but ohmygoodness. this girl should be a model. way to motivate...
its difficult
what is “it” exactly? i’m not sure. everything. everything seems to be difficult nowadays. even the most minute tasks are just bothersome and irritating. i feel like i’m losing my touch as an individual person; the time when i could help everybody and be friends with everybody and make problems less hard is gone. i feel so helpless and i hate this feeling. its one i’m...
Achievement of your happiness is the only moral...
gmh
My little 8 year old sister has leukemia. Today I visited her in hospital and she said to me “Ellie, I know I’m going to die. But I know that I’m going to be coming back as a kitten. So after I’m gone and when a kitten comes to your door. It will be me. I will always love you. Even when I’ll be a cat”. Her beautiful words GMH.
Well, NYC Juiliard 2010 Summer Writing Program.
You were a good dream to have while it lasted.
But I do not have that type of money. And I’m not selfish enough to beg and grovel for my parents to let me go. It was such a dream- I was never so excited about anything before. You only lasted for a day, but you’ve reminded me of my passion and love for writing.
In the meantime, I’ll put you away in a box, but I won’t...
I am officially
freaking out.
I was invited to apply to a 2 week summer writing program at Juiliard. I could die. Really, I could die; this thing costs a butt load of money. But it’s Juiliard!
“This course includes, writing courses, individual instruction, guest speakers, daily outings to museums and theatres, & more.”
Please, oh please mummy and daddy. I will beg for this one. I will...
today was fantastic
I’m not even being sarcastic. Today was one of those days where I just remember my worth as a human being on Earth.
I love hearing life stories. I’m honestly not trying to say that I’m nosy. But when somebody has a fascinating life story, my heart just goes out to them. My heart was touched today by a little freshman friend of mine, who I didn’t even consider a close...
hallelujaah
tumblarity is no more.
let’s hope this is a permanent change.
wait
wth, i didn’t post that formspring thing up!
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i like being a non-conformist
but sometimes it doesn’t really work out.
non comformist:
i got a myspace account because i wanted to rebel against my parents.
i got a facebook account because my cousin made me one.
i got a twitter (that i don’t use) as a joke.
i got a tumblr because i stumbled across it, thought it was nice, and made one. i had no idea it would get so popular so quickly.
conformist:
i got an...
formspring
because i like to conform.
Free
I think I was a dancer in a previous life. Because the last time I’ve been hit with such a high concentration of emotions was when my beloved aunt passed away three years ago.
Dance class— our 2nd semester final is to choreograph a solo to a song. I chose to choreograph a contemporary/lyrical piece to William Fitzsimmons/Priscilla Ahn ‘s “I Don’t Feel it...
StarGirl
I’m taking precious time away from my newspaper story to gush about my sudden reawakened love for StarGirl. Well, actually, no time to gush. Only enough time to copy+paste up favorite passages.
“Her name is Stargirl. That’s not her real name, they say she gave herself the name. She dresses however the spirit moves: it might be in a pioneer-style dress; it might be in bright red...
inspired by another dream.
Hiding in the shadows Watching, waiting I see you walk in Silently debating Should I approach you? The feelings baiting Then she walks in The one you are dating My eyes never leave her Burning, hating Your eyes fill with love Your lover, placating This doesn’t change things The pain is still grating I need to get stronger Emotional armour plating How can I begrudge you The life...
Beautiful
Beautiful music. Beautiful dancing. Beautiful emotions.
Today in dance was the first day day that I felt emotionally connected to the choreography and the music we’re dancing to. We’ve only learned the first minute or so, and I was already starting to tear up. I suppose its because I can connect to the song very easily, and reminds me of my past, and how it all used to be. I think...
I'm Awkward
I make myself feel awkward when I think about it.
Today in dance class, we started hip hop. My goodness. I’m good when it comes to that really flowy artsy type of dances— like ballet, jazz, lyrical, ballroom, na na na. No problem. But then we got to hip hop, and I just looked like a plate of jello jiggling around in random directions. Our routine is set to Michael Jackson’s...
Frustrations, frustrations!
I will now attempt and pretend to have a conversation with somebody I am very angered with… on tumblr. This will not make sense to you, since you obviously are not the person I’m angered with. It will sound strange and irrelevant, but I have to get this off my chest, and this is the only way I can do it without causing a war…. Shut up, I do have a life. Don’t try and assume...
Tumblr!!
ALL O’ DIS HAPPENED. and tumblr drops my tumblarity. Tumblr, stop being so jealous that I’m just so much more awesome than you. Forreals!!
My Un-Intellect & My Intellect
Un-intellect: So, I saw a picture of you. And you looked like crap. And I laughed so hard- because the tables seemed to be flipped now. Now who’s laughing, biyatch. I am. That’s right, I am! I am Brutus, and you were Caesar, and I have just totally STABBED CAESAR! And it felt so good. Let me tell you guys. I felt so light, it was as if helium balloons were just tied to my backpack,...
Dear Tumblr,
I’m kinda peeved at you. the more and more original thoughts I post on here; original thoughts that have sprung from my own little mind, the more you hack my tumblarity. I really don’t care about my tumblarity, because it was already low anyways. One hundred and seventy to be exact. But don’t discredit me for my thoughts. What. My own thoughts aren’t precious enough for...
to all the girls.
A hug too short A not answered phone call The coldness you give to me Makes me grieve, But yet I’m here at your door, Not knowing if I should leave, With almost tears falling to the the floor, Waiting sadly for you. It’s been long since we’ve saw each other Everyday you get farther. I wonder Do you miss me? As I miss you? Love me, as I do you? My heart here for you,...
omfgh~ my dad is a girl!
*phone rings*
Me: Hello?
Dad: What’s the name of that one movie? Sense & Sensibility?
Me: The one based off of Jane Austen? Yes.
Dad: And then something about “Being Jane”
Me: Becoming Jane you mean?
Dad: Yeah yeah, Becoming Jane. I’m at the rental store right now.
Me: Oh, getting movies for mom?
Dad: Yeah, I’ll see you when I get home. *hangs up*
*goes...
Just wanted to say
that AP Kids have enough to do during the year. We practically don’t sleep, and having nothing but sugar, caffeine, and other junk raiding our system just so we can stay awake during lecture, only to crash when we get home, and then waking up at 10 PM going “OH EFF, I need to do homework!” And since most AP kids are college bound, we put school in front of our social lives—...
what is it with me + new years?
The words:
Coffee
Duet
Me
You
have never ever sounded so good before.
Boy, getcho car and hurry up and drive down here! Lol! I feel giddy.
in memory of khanh budnick.
Do you see that little girl? So small and young Everything about her looks delicate Her posture is scared with her head hung She looks made of glass So easy to break And she looks so lost As she starts to quake She shakes the tears away And smiles for those to see Her dark eyes dart Like a caged bird wanting to be set free She looks like a little fairy So small with soft features ...
I feel-
I feel so ridiculous. I feel so ridiculously head over heels. Or should I just say, heels over head, because this guy has seriously just changed my whole entire perception on the male race. I find so many similarities, but enough differences so that I don’t need to question whether or not I’m somehow related to him.
I feel so teenager when I excitedly open my phone to read whatever...