Friday, July 16, 2010
nothin' like getting excited about a new pair of glasses you ordered online!!!
and then realizing you look really dorky in them.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
supertino why are you so super.
i like that at home i can wake up in my FULL SIZE BED in my full sized room with my real carpet.
i like that at home there is a downstairs.
i like that at home i can take a walk in the park down the street with my mom.
i like that i can watch the WC game with the same people i watched it with 4 years ago.
also, apparently, i need to start listening to tiesto.
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"I think I'll miss you :P"
i like that at home there is a downstairs.
i like that at home i can take a walk in the park down the street with my mom.
i like that i can watch the WC game with the same people i watched it with 4 years ago.
also, apparently, i need to start listening to tiesto.
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"I think I'll miss you :P"
Saturday, July 10, 2010
major withdraw
i totally spelled withdraw like withdrawL <--with the extra L until spell check corrected me. I always thought there was an L! because people pronounce it withdraw-AL
gosh. anyway. it's been about 8 months now since we parted and today, right now, there's nothing I want more than to hold you in my hand.
My favorite pen and I were together for four and a half years. I still remember the day I adopted him- I had arrived in Ms. Chin's Lit Honors class and (although my memory of the exact moment is uncertain) I believe the poor thing was sitting all alone on my desk. His negligent, heartless, previous owner had carelessly left behind this stud of a pen on MY desk. Forlorn and misunderstood- it was only fate that I take care of him.
Let me tell you some things about him:
1. He was a brilliant bright red, perfect for paper edits and corrections on tests.
2. The ink viscosity was perfect. Not too liquidy (like the types that leave an ink blot when you let your tip rest on the paper) yet not too gel-y.
3. In our entire experiences together, I NEVER recalled an inkblob. You know, the type that leaves a little goober smudge, followed by a streak mark when your pinky accidentally runs over it as you are writing next line of your letter.
4. Conversely, he never gave me "air gaps" that some of pens give me when I write directly on a table without any paper buffering underneath.
5. The grip. Need I say more?
6. He was so fine. Funny- I believe he was structurally built as a .7mm, but the magnificence of this pen had actually allowed it to defy ALL laws of the universe...because he actually wrote like a .4!
7. Items 1-6 (especially 5&6) had the synergistic effect of beautifully transforming my handwriting! OH WHO IS THIS PERSON WITH BEAUTIFUL HANDWRITING THAT WROTE THIS WORD ON THIS PAPER? oh it was me! excellent.
In our four and a half years together, I gradually developed a profound appreciation for him and by our one month he had already become my favorite of the pencil pouch. By the time I began college, I had become so attached that I took the executive decision to bring him with me despite the dangers of losing him.
Freshman and Sophomore year we were solid together. He was the star of my pencil case- the one I turned to for my physics cheat sheets and math 16b corrections. then..
In December 2009, I lost him. I left him sitting at the big brown tables on level D of main stacks, something I won't ever forgive myself for. On a few occasions I had been so careless as to misplace him, but each time I took all necessary measures to retrieve him. This time, he was lost for good.
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Since then, I've searched EVERYWHERE (office depot, target, longs, multiple japanese stores) but have yet to find it. In fact- I don't think I've ever even SEEN that same model anywhere.
I've tried a few replacements with no satisfactory avail. I've been through pilot minipens...too fat. RSVP pens-always gripped a little too flimsily in my hand, plus don't even get me started with the OBESE INK BLOBS they consistently leave behind. UGH. There are times I even work with tissues on the side of my table, occasionally blotting the tip of my pen as preemptive attack on against blobs. A few decent pens have had a transient stay in my pencil case, but there's still a gaping hole in my pencil pouch where my baby used to sleep.
~!@#$%^&*() I don't know what i expect this post is supposed to do except give me an outlet to rant to. Ive been writing a lot of MCAT cheat sheets this past month but all the pens I've been through only remind me of the qualities in you that they all lack. Wherever you are, I hope you rest in peace. I hope you forgive me if I ever do find another pen that satisfies all my writing needs...but you will always be my special first.
gosh. anyway. it's been about 8 months now since we parted and today, right now, there's nothing I want more than to hold you in my hand.
My favorite pen and I were together for four and a half years. I still remember the day I adopted him- I had arrived in Ms. Chin's Lit Honors class and (although my memory of the exact moment is uncertain) I believe the poor thing was sitting all alone on my desk. His negligent, heartless, previous owner had carelessly left behind this stud of a pen on MY desk. Forlorn and misunderstood- it was only fate that I take care of him.
Let me tell you some things about him:
1. He was a brilliant bright red, perfect for paper edits and corrections on tests.
2. The ink viscosity was perfect. Not too liquidy (like the types that leave an ink blot when you let your tip rest on the paper) yet not too gel-y.
3. In our entire experiences together, I NEVER recalled an inkblob. You know, the type that leaves a little goober smudge, followed by a streak mark when your pinky accidentally runs over it as you are writing next line of your letter.
4. Conversely, he never gave me "air gaps" that some of pens give me when I write directly on a table without any paper buffering underneath.
5. The grip. Need I say more?
6. He was so fine. Funny- I believe he was structurally built as a .7mm, but the magnificence of this pen had actually allowed it to defy ALL laws of the universe...because he actually wrote like a .4!
7. Items 1-6 (especially 5&6) had the synergistic effect of beautifully transforming my handwriting! OH WHO IS THIS PERSON WITH BEAUTIFUL HANDWRITING THAT WROTE THIS WORD ON THIS PAPER? oh it was me! excellent.
In our four and a half years together, I gradually developed a profound appreciation for him and by our one month he had already become my favorite of the pencil pouch. By the time I began college, I had become so attached that I took the executive decision to bring him with me despite the dangers of losing him.
Freshman and Sophomore year we were solid together. He was the star of my pencil case- the one I turned to for my physics cheat sheets and math 16b corrections. then..
In December 2009, I lost him. I left him sitting at the big brown tables on level D of main stacks, something I won't ever forgive myself for. On a few occasions I had been so careless as to misplace him, but each time I took all necessary measures to retrieve him. This time, he was lost for good.
----------
Since then, I've searched EVERYWHERE (office depot, target, longs, multiple japanese stores) but have yet to find it. In fact- I don't think I've ever even SEEN that same model anywhere.
I've tried a few replacements with no satisfactory avail. I've been through pilot minipens...too fat. RSVP pens-always gripped a little too flimsily in my hand, plus don't even get me started with the OBESE INK BLOBS they consistently leave behind. UGH. There are times I even work with tissues on the side of my table, occasionally blotting the tip of my pen as preemptive attack on against blobs. A few decent pens have had a transient stay in my pencil case, but there's still a gaping hole in my pencil pouch where my baby used to sleep.
~!@#$%^&*() I don't know what i expect this post is supposed to do except give me an outlet to rant to. Ive been writing a lot of MCAT cheat sheets this past month but all the pens I've been through only remind me of the qualities in you that they all lack. Wherever you are, I hope you rest in peace. I hope you forgive me if I ever do find another pen that satisfies all my writing needs...but you will always be my special first.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
good day
...would be an understatement. I'm feelin' terribly awesome right now. don't get me wrong this post is not in vain to say HI IM HAPPY! Its just that every once in a while I flash back to my state of mind in Berkeley these past few months and i still cringe a little inside. But how I feel right now- its 180 degrees of difference. It's only natural I relish in in the feeling.
I'm satisfied with all that is surrounding me in my life right now- I have no complaints and a lot of things to look forward to. Things I actually feel childishly giddy thinking about. And the funny thing is that I don't even really know the root of this stellar feeling. Maybe its cus I had a good day with co-workers today. maybe cus i just had a quality catch up with a friend on a flippin' amazing night run up the hills. I forgot how lovely they are at night... Maybe its because after the run we found a basketball at the park and I took it home with me. free basketball, yay!
y'know i have no idea why i feel this way. there are a billion things I can attribute it to... but i know i have lots of work to do so let my brain spill some bullets so i can get started on more bio passages. reality. yuck.
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1. Today in the middle of work i realized- there is a diary I started when I was 13 years old. I wrote in it for momentous occasions until I was 17, when I switched to diary number 2. Journal 3 is in my computer (notice how I call it JOURNAL because diary is the word that teeny boppers use and the mature self that I am does not write in a diary. pSSHAAAW.). ANYWAY. i realized in the middle of work today- that i have NO idea where that first diary is. I remember my first entry in it- middle school graduation. I even cut out a tiny picture and pasted it into my diary haha. Near the middle of it there's a trip I took to new york. Swimming throughout the pages are a few important firsts I felt were dire enough to record. very many embarrasing confessions as well. Whoever, if anyone, gets a hold of it has access to the most intimate details of my early to mid adolescent life! I came home today to look for it but its nowhere in sight >(..I need to find it.
2. My cousin just had a baby! What does that make me? Second cousin? Aunt? Removed Aunt? Uncle?
Her first name is Stella, and her middle name is-get this- TIGER. rawr.
3. The phrase "key to your heart" is truly a fitting phrase when you think about it. It's funny how you never really choose the people who hold the key- they just come and sneak in and all the sudden...they can break in whenever they'd like and fill your heart with happy.
... or they can rob you. heh heh...
4. at work, theres a group of japanese/korean MD's who are doing research in the same room I'm working in. Today, as I was walking into the room to begin work- i TOTALLY walked in on one of them changing. Not knowing what to do, I stupidly turned around and faced the door and just...stood there, facing the door... I don't know why I didn't just leave. After about 5 seconds I turned around to face him again and all he said was UHHH EXCUSE ME??!!! he was still half dressed. hahaaa oh man. stupidity reigns on awkward situations, huh.
I'm satisfied with all that is surrounding me in my life right now- I have no complaints and a lot of things to look forward to. Things I actually feel childishly giddy thinking about. And the funny thing is that I don't even really know the root of this stellar feeling. Maybe its cus I had a good day with co-workers today. maybe cus i just had a quality catch up with a friend on a flippin' amazing night run up the hills. I forgot how lovely they are at night... Maybe its because after the run we found a basketball at the park and I took it home with me. free basketball, yay!
y'know i have no idea why i feel this way. there are a billion things I can attribute it to... but i know i have lots of work to do so let my brain spill some bullets so i can get started on more bio passages. reality. yuck.
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1. Today in the middle of work i realized- there is a diary I started when I was 13 years old. I wrote in it for momentous occasions until I was 17, when I switched to diary number 2. Journal 3 is in my computer (notice how I call it JOURNAL because diary is the word that teeny boppers use and the mature self that I am does not write in a diary. pSSHAAAW.). ANYWAY. i realized in the middle of work today- that i have NO idea where that first diary is. I remember my first entry in it- middle school graduation. I even cut out a tiny picture and pasted it into my diary haha. Near the middle of it there's a trip I took to new york. Swimming throughout the pages are a few important firsts I felt were dire enough to record. very many embarrasing confessions as well. Whoever, if anyone, gets a hold of it has access to the most intimate details of my early to mid adolescent life! I came home today to look for it but its nowhere in sight >(..I need to find it.
2. My cousin just had a baby! What does that make me? Second cousin? Aunt? Removed Aunt? Uncle?
Her first name is Stella, and her middle name is-get this- TIGER. rawr.
3. The phrase "key to your heart" is truly a fitting phrase when you think about it. It's funny how you never really choose the people who hold the key- they just come and sneak in and all the sudden...they can break in whenever they'd like and fill your heart with happy.
... or they can rob you. heh heh...
4. at work, theres a group of japanese/korean MD's who are doing research in the same room I'm working in. Today, as I was walking into the room to begin work- i TOTALLY walked in on one of them changing. Not knowing what to do, I stupidly turned around and faced the door and just...stood there, facing the door... I don't know why I didn't just leave. After about 5 seconds I turned around to face him again and all he said was UHHH EXCUSE ME??!!! he was still half dressed. hahaaa oh man. stupidity reigns on awkward situations, huh.
Monday, July 5, 2010
try not to take my breath away
midnight silence so calm it soothes from the spine to the soul. lying outside, the night side sky upside down lookin' down at me; each star's distinguished- a pinpoint of light dares to pierce the navy blanket. its the perfect piece of mind, peace and quiet here just when i need it. miss this place already.
give it a listen, i doubt you'll regret it:
give it a listen, i doubt you'll regret it:
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