LOLL PROM DRAMA
OH THE PROM DRAMA
just when i said that i wouldn't get mired in petty high school squabbles, here i am.
hey, i'm 18, don't expect me not to have conflicting ideologies.
sighhh
don't know what to do.

GAWSHH the economy sucks. i'm paying 38,000 if i want to go to u of washington?

good job obama! 61% approval rating my butt. you suck. nice job getting us out of the recession! yes we can? more like no you can't!

(what? obama's not to blame for the recession? but isn't EVERYTHING that happens in a country the president's direct fault? i mean, look at the past 8 years!)

so suck it, obama.

excitinggg

so today i found out that i got into the university of washington. i msut admit that i was surprised when i was waitlisted there. when i stared at the "congratulations!" letter and the beautiful ivy-league esque campus, i realized something.

i am so happy with the path that i chose.
i wouldn't have it any other way.
i found a organization today online offering volunteer trips to almost every continent. i'm looking at india, uganda, panama, nepal, everywhere! i want to see everything.
sometimes, when i see a photograph in a travel magazine or on a website, i feel almost a physical pain because i want to be there so badly. experience the culture. touch lives and in turn be changed by others.
i know this is what i'm meant to do.
and this week i finalized what missions trip i'm going on this summer: hungary, summer 2009!
gosh, its times like this i am reminded of how good God is.

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

(love les miserables; and susan boyle's version of 'i dreamed a dream': what a shocker!)

every day i have a new dream. in psych we learned that when making difficult decisions, we should set aside one day in which we pretend that we have decided on a certain choice. how does it feel? then, the next day, pretend that we've decided on another choice.

so today, i am a speechwriter. specifically, someone like obama's chief speechwriter jon favreau. a mere 26 years of age, he was the force behind many obama's poetic speeches and led to the clinton campaign's snarky attack "you campaign in poetry but you govern in prose".
i'll graduate from a small liberal arts college (favreau graduated from the College of the Holy Cross: yeah, i haven't heard of it either)
i'll quickly work my way up the ranks of washington, jumping from campaign to campaign.
i get to help inspire a nation, behind the scenes.
i get to play with words all day.
i get to appeal to the heart and soul of america; help direct international relations.
damn. that's a good life.

GAWDDD IT IS SO HOT IN THIS DANG TOWN
I FEEL SO LETHARGIC
I DONT WANT TO DO ANYTHING
GRRRR

AHHHHHHHHHHHH DAMMMITTT

sometimes, i feel like i can rise above all these high school worries. i mean, if you think about it rationally, it's all so insignificant. carpe diem. seize the day. i have a life to live and a world to conquer; high school will become a speck in the timeline of my life. there is an entire universe out there waiting for me. victory.

and then all of a sudden (thanks popo)

EFFFFFFFFF PROMMMMMMMMM
WHAT THE EFFF AM I GONNA DO ABOUT PROM
SHIATTTTT
WORRIED

sighhh.

dead poets society

i'm eating chicken noodle soup and i'm about to watch 'the dead poets society'.
after that, i'll be back to share my thoughts on the role of the Asian American Christian! mm mm food for thought
(p.s. i put up different pictures on my blog, pia and eliza. i realized that i need to not be hypocritical!)
i think people in diamond bar could learn so much from dead poets. what does the study of things like poetry have to do with being a doctor, or a lawyer, or a banker? nothing. it's about being part of the human race.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And the same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

LIVE. JUST LIVE! don't treat college like a degree factory. but don't get mired in all that "liberal arts" bullshit either. people who call themselves "liberals" aren't nearly as open-minded as they think. in fact, i would dare say that they're even more narrow-minded than conservatives. they call anyone who differs from them "bigots"; "haters"
somtimes, i feel like i'm going insane.
i enjoy talking to people who are able to listen to my thoughts and respect them while keeping theirs steadfast.


"you look as stirred up as a cesspool"

dammit.

was talking to someone about relationships:
he's thinking of ending his.
this is what i said
we do what we want.
i do what i want.
you should do what you want.
i know it sounds immature.
but hey, i'm young.

dear fox,
why would you do such a thing?
why would you break my heart?

r.i.p kutner. you will be missed.
watching tv deaths really puts me into this strange, contemplative emo funk!

i went to MEXICO today! with gen's mom, gen and tiffany! holy sheeesh. it was fun! i seriously love experiencing and being in an unfamiliar culture. it makes me so happy; it keeps me aware and alert and on my toes!
we literally went to mexico by accident; we were going to this outlet mall right by the border (literally right by the border; you can see the fence!) but gen's mom missed the last usa exit! hahah! so we just went in for a few hours and bought THE BEST TACOS EVER; horchata, BEST CHURROS EVER; BEST POTATO CHIPS EVER; and bargained for bags. then we had to beg the border patrol guy to let us back in because i was the only one who had my passport!

we went to ucsd admit day: boring!
here's my deliberation:
good- the cliffs overlooking the ocean (so gorgeous); cute guys at muir college; good greek food yum yum
bad- campus too big; WARREN IS LIKE NERD CENTRAL (all the engineering buildings are there); rest of guys in other colleges are not fine at all
but honestly, i do like it better than ucsb.
well, i'm not going there, so whatever.

today i ate so much food too!
here's what i ate:
1) gyros and feta fries at muir
2) churros (thanks tiff!)
3) crispy handmade potato chips (thanks tiff!)
4) mango carne asada taco
5) chips and pico de gallo
6) tortilla soup
7) horchata
8) ice cream

and so much much more!

lastly: i'm confused as to what you don't understand.

night!

life! it's so strange.
so much has happened in this last week.
i'm going where i want to go, even if its not the conventional way.
damn, i'm happy.

g-g-g-g-ap year! i'm pret-ty excited. i'm so thrilled that so many people have been supportive regarding my choice.
metro ministries+ IHOP=good year; NOT wasted!
i hate these artsy fartsy people one so often finds in diamond bar (and LA in general i guess). these wanna be hipsters with their whining:

oh my gosh i wish polaroid film was still being made b/c poladroid is for posers
let me take a picture of a hand holding a red balloon and call it art
i want to get out of diamond bar blah di blah even though i will probably not survive outside of the bubble i so despise
listen to this cool music that no one has ever heard of and sounds like dying elephants
did i mention how sad i was that polaroid film isn't being made
look at this youtube clip of this sucky indie movie
woohoo look at my "superdeep" post of how i want to stop conforming to society and make a difference
woohoo look at these boring pictures of this new and upcoming designer...oh la la marc jacobs

i really hate diamond bar these days. can't you tell? garshhh. well, i'm excited about spending what time i have left with my friends, i guess.

i'm excited for ucsd admit day. i don't know why.



happy post later. remind me.