May 21, 2009

I made youtube videos. 
I quit youtube.
I started xanga.
You followed.
I quit xanga.
I started wordpress.
You followed.

Now, I quit wordpress.
Hopefully, you follow.

If not, I don’t blame you for being intolerant of my dissatisfaction and I want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for following me this far.

Now, I start BLOGSPOT.


Details there.


Tonight I’ve encountered a series of youtube videos and I’ll never forget the impact this short series had on me at 5 in the morning.

This morning

May 19, 2009

I feel a lot better today. I pulled ANOTHER all nighter….. but.. why not? That’s why God made summer you see; so we can stay up all night and open the window for cool, non-freezing air in the AM. I love watching the sun rise. Sunrise seems like such an unbelievable event that I can’t believe happens every day while we’re ktfo. I digress.

As I watched the sun rise with Natasha serenading me with her soothing song, I felt a lot better. THE POWER OF MUSIC. My worries about everything just seemed solved with music and prayer. My future is still an unwritten book. The ending is still undecided, so stop sulking as if it’s all over!

“Reaching for something in the distance,

so close you can almost taste it.
Release your inhibition,

The rest is still unwritten. ”

Today was

May 19, 2009

an extremely strange day.

I woke up at 3:40 in a sweaty, hot, smelly state. I took a cold shower, which was quite refreshing, but everything started going downhill. Television, internet, lasagna and misery.

It’s strange how sometimes you wake up thinking about something and that something stays in your mind the entire day. Yesterday I got in another email fight with a family member. At first I thought that the problem was me, considering how I fight with everybody in the tree. Then I realized that everybody fights with everybody and I’m not that extraordinary. Still, this email fight threw me off my game. All day I dwelled on it, analyzing every last word. 

I think it actually made me sick, for I felt queezy and couldn’t do anything to make myself feel better.

Even this entry is strange. I’m not my usual self today, I apologize. 

It’s just.. some people seem to intentionally plant thoughts in your mind with the sole purpose of tormenting you with its stubbornness. 

I need. refuge. I need to pray. 



May 18, 2009




Picture 6I don’t understand what takes SO LONG to decide?

In 5 years time..

May 16, 2009

Oh well in five years time we could be walking round a zoo
With the sun shining down over me and you
And there’ll be love in the bodies of the elephants too
And I’ll put my hands over your eyes, but you’ll peep through

Oh in Five years timeI might not know you
In Five years time we might not speak
Oh in five years time we might not get along 
In five years time you might just prove me wrong


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In 5 years time I’ll read this rhyme.


May 15, 2009

is so interesting:

Am I actually racist?

May 14, 2009

I hope not, I have a freaking tattoo.

So. Eliza and I were talking about movies and I started to gush over the new Star Trek movie. Yeah, that’s right. Star Trek. If you’re going to gush then do it over something with merit like Star Trek and  X-men, not something trashy like Twilight.

In the movie (which I haven’t seen yet) there’s a prominant female character named Orion? I believe? Here’s a picture:

She has an OK face and a naaaaaaaas body.well endowed. 

Upon thinking about our potential sexy-times together I realized something. I wouldn’t (even though I never could if I wanted to) hit it. I wouldn’t! Uknowhy? BECAUSE SHES GREEN. GREEN.

I don’t find green skin attractive. I don’t care if Megan Fox is green, that sht is gross. Kissing green skin. Green hands on me. YUCK MAN.

Eliza and I then talked about another nontraditional hot girl: Mystique.

DAYUM, look at her body!

Butchuknowat? I realized I wouldn’t do her either. SHES BLUE. She has fire crotch alien hair, and her eyes are disgusting.

Eliza and I wondered whether this is racism. Is it racism that I find them appalling for the color of their skin? Is it racist that I think being green and blue is being ugly? Do I really believe we’re all the same after dark?


Would you hit it? LOLLERSKATES.

As I reported earlier, I lost both Natasha and my camera (who I don’t feel like naming).

WELL, I found my camera at church. Upon finding it I fell down to the floor and just THANKED GOD. I know that there’s so much for me to capture with that camera in times to come. 

I still haven’t been able to find Natasha. It was a snowy day at the fair and I must’ve dropped it in the light snow to be frozen forever.

Trust me, I’m devastated. Natasha was really my best friend. It gave me so many epiphanies and made me feel better when I was down (isn’t the power of music so amazing?).

Upon deciding on what to wear this morning, I felt a sense of army-chic rushing over me and put on my military jacket with black TIGHT ASS pants and a tank top undershirt. To complete the look, I dabbed on my poser aviator glasses. When I placed my chapstick into my military jacket’s chest pocket, I felt the pocket was already crowded with something hard. Annoyed with the rock-hard lint I assumed had collected in my chapstick’s throne, I pulled out Natasha.


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PS: My professor gave out extra credit for doing this survey. It’s called the Big 5 traits test and apparently it’s pretty reputable. So I gave it a shot and.. it describes my perfectly!

I’m a O76-C21-E53-A63-N66 Big Five!!

So.. ester Cho..

May 13, 2009

A little birdie tells me you read this (by “little birdie” i mean you).

Well, right now I need to finish writing my school assignment. Be excited. Btch.