January 2010
5 posts
2009, Let Me Tell You Something
2009 was a year of growth. A year of friendship. A year of love.
A year of bloody darn happiness.
Because despite kicking it off with heartache induced by humiliation and disbelief. And despite my Fall08 slump, and my brief, month-long feeling of academic inadequacy, the year wasn’t half bad.
Why?
Because I met the most amazing friends a girl could ever ask for— my soulmates to...
December 2009
30 posts
Girl Crush
Rachel Bilson
She may not be the best actress, but I love her style. I mean, she works the casual look just as beautifully as the evening/’night on the town’ look (and fashionably well, might I add, without looking like she tries too hard). She’s like, the cutest thing, physically. She’s not some crazy party girl, slutting it up with the other…Tinseltown...
Merry Christmas, Darling.
“…We’re apart, that’s true But I can dream and in my dreams I’m Christmas-ing with you.”
As much as I loved the things my family got me with all of my heart (Snuggie! Hello :)), my favorite gift this year wasn’t wrapped in festive Christmas paper. It wasn’t stuffed in glittery tissue paper. It wasn’t found in a tin full of sugar cookies or...
This little boy. He never fails to test my patience -__-
First Encounters of the 21 Kind
Me: I'm talking to Don
Me: He's like...drunk right now. Hahah
Me: I'm...taking advantage of him. Shhhhh.
Josh: Don-- "Mother fuck. I'm buzzing. And I got a Hoag shift tomorrow at 7. Ahha."
Josh: Do it. Tease him.
Me: Oh Lord. FUTURE PHYSICIAN OF AMERICA
Me: BUZZIN'
Me: THE NIGHT BEFORE A MORNING SHIFT
Me: WONDERFUL
Josh: My boyyyy
Josh: You're gonna miss this when you're outta college.
Me: Yeah. I kind of I will. And these, world, are my favorites. My best guy friends. In the universe. Thank you very much.
I believe that we are written in the stars I...
“People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It’s not true....”
– milan kundera, the book of laughter and forgetting
"I'm so Notebook about you. You're my Rachel...
Dear Friend,
I try my best not to judge based on pasts and experiences. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt unless proven otherwise— who am I to tell someone how to live their lives? I’ll give advice for the sole purpose of helping friends, or even strangers. But I won’t reprimand them for doing something they’ve thought out completely. It’s all a matter of making good decisions based off of your...
I thought I could resist you I thought that I was...
Pillow Talk, Amplified
It’s pretty surreal, looking back on it, thinking that only a few months ago, I was lying next to MP during our PUSO Trans retreat, having a conversation about what we looked for in a potential lobster. For Michael, it came in the form of a name—Jazmine— which, at the time, was an answer that dissatisfied me. I mean, how could everything you ever wanted be found in just one...
Our Lives in a Nutshell
David: Vikram Seth > any of these guys
David: my goodness
Timmy: haha
Timmy: i'm not sure there are many authors who are not > any of these guys
David: well, me for one
Timmy: you could definitely do what they do
Timmy: make up random terms
Timmy: make it sound legit
Timmy: "yes, im going to call this.... SUPERPHILOSOPHY"
David: hahaha
Timmy: "what is superphilosophy? it's philosophy without actually thinking. By excluding the thinking part, the philosophy is therefore purer in form"
Timmy: etc etc
David: true.
Timmy: do i sound like i could belong in Norton's Anthology?
Timmy: yeah. i rest my case!
David: "It is important to note that the beautiful transcends the imagination, superceding the natural tendency to transcribe the sublime"
David: eh? eh??
Timmy: "yet, the ugly actually is superior to the beautiful because the shock factor forces our emotions out more efficaciously"
Timmy: this is easy
Timmy: lets write a book
David: hahaha
David: lets do it!
Timmy: and make people take classes on us
Timmy: and fail them just cause
Timmy: we feel like it.
David: Horng: "On the Subject of Efficiency"
Timmy: hahaha
David: Gao: "Essay on the Perplexing"
Timmy: we'll get jenny and diane deanna carly to all chip in on this
Timmy: and we'll have an anthology
Timmy: we'll publish our own books
Timmy: and mark up the prices
David: bible thin pages too?
Timmy: yes, because they're cheap
Timmy: and the students will HAVE to pay $200 for our book
David: hahah
David: we got to get some foreigners too with cool sounding names
David: de Berkenmuller
David: McAlifixander
David: Podsednik
Timmy: LOL
Timmy: and we need one name that is subtley perverse for comic relief
Timmy: Deeck
I've realized...
…that one of my many goals in life is to become handy and learn how to work a wrench. I do not want to solely rely on a man, a la Celeste in the City, to build me shelves or change a tire when I’m some 20-something living in the city. I’d also love to learn how to cook a legit, multiple course meal so that I can emulate Susie Homemaker when I’m a momma— throw dinner parties,...
“You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she’s beautiful, she’ll think...”
– - Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind. (via hushlovehush) (via nicolepickle) (via himandher) (via sdicdican)
The Concrete Jungle
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to...
Best. Scene.
Will Hayes: Will you...um...marry me?
April: No. What do you mean, 'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?
Will Hayes: Oh! Oh, my God.
April: You should've got on your knee.
Will Hayes: Just shut up! Here - I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?
April: Definitely. Maybe.
Finals. Done.
For the past 3 days, I’ve gotten a total of 5 hours of sleep. Now my head hurts.
Helloooo Winter Break. You never looked so good.
"...you make me smile in a way no one has."
Just like that. From anyone else, the words would sound contrived, cliched, ridiculous. But from him…it’s anything but.
3 weeks. Can’t do it.
"I just have one rule: Don't Try So Hard"
Watching you tonight confirmed it. I like. No. I love that you try to know my friends. My Babycakes. The bridesmaids at my wedding. What more can a girl ask for, really.
It boggles my mind how everything’s so easy with you. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. Everything about this just…works. I don’t get how, when, where, why, what, it…but it’s just so darn easy. And it...
Finally, maybe.
While attempting to read my anthology, I’ve come to this realization that…I’m a sucker for eloquent speakers, beautifully written compositions and profound thinkers. In addition to that…I’m putty to the tall, the funny, the passionate, and the well-dressed. And if you can sing, dance, or play a sport, marry me right here, right…now.
Six months ago, I came to the conclusion that...
Confession #1
When I’m older, I plan to travel to Spain, England, Greece, Scotland, Ireland, Italy, France, Australia, New Zealand, Thailand, the Mediterranean, Argentina, Brazil, Portugal, Germany, etc.— I want to experience the world. And I’d also like to take a spontaneous trip somewhere, with no plans, no expectations— just a companion, a thirst for adventure, and minimal suitcases. Something...