darling dear, you're welcome here.
made like ice cream topped with honey
but we got no money
BANG BANG ;; we're beautiful & dirty richhh.
kou ke de wang zi. [ memorial day wknd ]
I'm tempted to start out the post with something about Big Bang because I am living, breathing, and rolling in everything Big Bang these days... but I will restrain myself for once and talk about Memorial Day weekend. First though!
Baby! She's really cute most of the time but whenever she sees me on the computer she always wants to sit on the chair with me so she can mess with my keyboard and steal my food. And I like my Macbook to myself, esp. free of baby-grease hands. :/
Anyway, Memorial weekend. Saturday I just chilled at home with waipo, but on Sunday I hung out with Lei, finally, who I haven't seen since like... last summer. Us and her boyfriend Tsai were all craving DOMO but for some reason they're closed on Sundays so we ended up going to Lao Wang's Noodle House (Lao Wang Niurou Mien) instead. I wasn't that excited at first because I get most of it at home, but it was soo good. It's run by an old couple and that's it, they have no more employees. The restaurant is about as big as our living room, and the menu is printed old-style Chinese on little wooden boards tacked up on the walls. I had to have Lei translate XD
The outside of the restaurant.
Guotie (kind of like fried dumplings) in the front, and mala dusi (spicy cow... tendon?) in the back. The guo tie were soo good :d.
My dandan mien (egg noodles). The flash washed out most of the color; it had a little peanuty flavor and I added a bunch of la you (hot oil) and it was really good. Soo much food. Lei got za jiang mien (sort of like Chinese bbq style noodles) and Tsai got wonton noodles because I guess Sunday is the day before they stock up again for the week and they were all out of niurou (beef) everything, which is their specialty. So that was kind of sad, but we can always go back. On the left is a guotie in brown rice vinegar and hot oil. Oh my gosh, my mouth is watering just thinking about it xD.
Hongyou chaosou (red-oil cooked with a sort of wonton, except more wrapping than meat). & Bok choy lol. Ahh so good.
Tsai finishing my dandan mien cuz I was so full and couldn't xD. He ate all of his, plus Lei's leftovers, plus my leftovers. What a guy.
Tsai and Lei. I feel so ultra white compared to them lol.
Lei and me. I'm already in food coma state, can you tell?
Afterwards we went to visit one of their friends, Long, at his work which was right across the street. I definitely displayed Asian woman driving skillz and drove up onto the curb ><. And this hispanic guy who was chillin on the sidewalk laughed at me, LOL. At the store Long let us have free candy and drinks and Lei bought like $15 worth of Lotto and scratch tickets, but every single time was epic fail. She won a total of $3. LOL.
After that we drove up to Boulder to Lei and Tsai's house and then picked up a case of beer for pong later, then went to see Wolverine at 10:35 with Long. SUCH A GOOD MOVIE OMG *_*. I wouldn't mind seeing it again because I'm sure I missed half the action cuz I was drooling the whole time over the fight scenes and there was so much to see. It was a really satisfying revenge movie. And Cyclops wasn't a tool in this one. And Gambit was soo attractive and awesome. He's up there with my favorite Xmen along with Mystique.
Then we went back to Lei & Tsai's to play some pong despite the fact that I suck bad.
Lei's doggie, Snowball, in his raincoat Lei got for him at the dollar store LOL. The whole time he had it on he was so incredibly glum and pouty. We were like "Snowball, pose for the picture!" and he just sat there looking sad. Tsai was like "it's cuz he looks stupid and he knows it". The minute we took it off him he started bouncing around again. He's a Pomeranian & Maltese mix O_O. I thought he was a Bishone or however you spell it.
Lei and me camwhoring. We started out on a team vs. Tsai and Long (guys vs girls) but we lost like 3 consecutive times (and I'm not even gonna lie, I take full responsibility for that because I made a total of like 3 cups LOL) so then we switched.
Long & Lei. Awkwarddd.
Tsai and me fobbing it. Awkwarddd. We didn't win any with this team either :( that's how bad I suck. But by now I was heating up; in one game I made more cups than Tsai did! So this time it wasn't wholly my fault XD. Long sucks too, btw. (My body looks so fat in this picture O_O Actually the shirt I was wearing is really loose on me and in all the pictures ended up making me look 3 sizes bigger than I actually am. Not picture-flattering).
The pong table. It got sooo dirty and reeked of beer by the end of the night. Lei called two of her other friends, Charlotte and her korean bf that I never learned the name of, to come over to and while waiting for them Long and I discovered we have the exact same taste in music o_o. He likes Big Bang and knows like, all their lyrics. Plus, he is the first male Fahrenheit fan I have ever met in my life. He knows all of Jiro's poses and the rest of FLH's poses for that matter, and he used to have Aaron's old haircut O_O, and he knows all their lyrics and his ringtone is Dong Mai XD (mine is YueLaiYueAi, so when I heard his I was like OMFG). We were quizzing each other on music for a while and both of us knew the answers to the other's questions of course. Too bad I'm not attracted to him. Ha. Although, when he laughs he has Jiro's face which is, odd.
While waiting for Charlotte and Korean Boyf to get here, we made a McDonald's run cuz all of us had the munchies.
More camwhoring in the car.
Result: 5 cheeseburgers, 5 hot&spicy chicken sandwiches, 10 5-piece nuggets, & 10 small fries. HOLY SHIT. I ate a hot&spicy and a nugget set, and then half a cheeseburger in the morning ><.
And Charlotte and Korean Boyf weren't here yet, so I made Long do Jiro's poses and HE WAS SO GOOD. At first he was like no, I have to be drunk to do it but I am queen of nagging (and Lei isn't bad either) so he finally gave in and did so many. It was so weird to see, he did it exactly like Jiro does, the look back-look forward-POSE-move in slo-mo. It was pretty amazing. So then I made Lei and Tsai get up and do it with me, except all of us EPIC-FAILED. It's not even funny.
Long and Tsai doing gangster pose (not Jiro).
Kouke Wangzi (thirsty prince) pose. LOL. This is attempt #3; the other ones apparently I looked creepy 8D.
Re de wangzi (hot [as in sweating] prince). Attempt #4 for this one. I think by this point I had given up. Long was like "you need to do Jiro's pouty lip thing" so we were trying to push our lips out and... yea.
Jiro's classic pose, with the ya ji rou (pushing on the muscle). Haha Tsai xD. Yea, i gave up. (I have no muscle anyway.)
Me and Lei are trying to do Jiro's cute-kitty pose. Lei kind of succeeded. I did not. Meanwhile, Tsai is still attempting to do Jiro's other classic pose. XDD
After Charlotte and Korean Boyf came by, we played more pong AND THIS TIME LEI AND I WONNNN!!!! We won so many times - twice against Charlotte and Korean Boyf (ugh, I'll just call him KB) who is really good and once against KB and Long! The best parts were when we made the same last cup or the last two remaining cups in a row, or the once Lei was like "get the middle cup! I just shot that one in" and I was like "okay" and shot not expecting to make it but I DID MWAHAH. Heating upppp. Tsai was cheering for us, woot. Then we played flip cup, girls vs. guys, and we TOTALLY CREAMED THEM. Five times. But I've always been awesome at that game. After that the guys went out for a smoke and we joined them.
Guys doing it Chinese/TW squatter style. I have a picture with me doing it too but I don't think I want to put it online in case people I don't want seeing it find it... Lei and I split a Marlboro and I freaking cannot do those. I choked so bad. I can only do Newports. Whatever though, smoking is not my thing. I just like how they smell X3.
It was already about 4 AM so we went back in and chilled and contemplated playing truth or dare and Lei brought out this really grody and totally NC-17 rated truth or dare game she got as a gift from a friend who had bought it from Urban Outfitters (and that store has some weiiird books and games and shit, so you know it was truly adult). Some of the cards read "Go into the kitchen and take out whipped cream or some other tasty thing, and then make bulls eyes on your partner's nipples and then see if you can drip water right into the middle of the target. If you can, lick the whipped cream off" and "Reenact your favorite position with a piece of furniture and make noises" O_O. So uh, definitely not playing that. So we played this Korean game KB taught us with a board and four sticks until like 5. I was really not into it at all and Lei and and Charlotte (girls vs. guys again) kept arguing about strategy and where to put our pieces, so I was just like la la la *zone out* the whole time. Plus I kept having to run to the bathroom because I had drunk so much beer AND WATER. But then it turns out I was like their silent weapon, even though it wasn't like I was good at it since the whole thing was based on chance; either way, I ended up getting everything they wanted and then winning the last game single-handedly for us. Whatevs, man. LoL.
Then Charlotte and KB and Long went home, and Lei, Tsai, and I went to bed. I slept till 4 PM when Snowball woke me up xD and then I drove the 40 minutes back home, and by the time I made it back the parents and QQ were already back from the mountains! And then I went online and discovered Dadong's MOMOLOVE HAIR XC >_____< T_______T.
But I think I'm getting used to it already. It just came as an utter shock to see him with straight bangs @_@. Also I watched TANK's new MV Ruguo Wo Bian Cheng Huiyi (If I Become A Memory) with Jiro and Selina's younger sister and once again Jiro had SUCH EPICFAIL HAIR O_o. But the MV was so depressingly cute :( and the song is awesome. And then I saw Big Bang's new Japanese single of My Heaven's MV and in that one, GD'S HOBO HAIRZ O_O. OMFG, what was with EVERYBODY totally FAILING AT THEIR HAIR UGH. However, TOP looked effing delicious. His hair was total success. But there was sooo not enough of him in the MV, so that was not cool. So that was my weekend.
Tomorrow, I am going to Alex's house to watch the Champions League Final (BARCA VS MANU! MANUUUUUUUUU FTW) at noon plus lunch, then maybe going to see Star Trek with Erin. I better not come home and find any other surprises about any of my boys' hair.
But yes, I am utterly addicted to Big Bang. ESP Top and GD, zomg.
I'm a total GTOP shipper (even though they don't even come close to my love for Donglun, though the fans make crazygood photoshopped images for gtop x3) but I just love them in general.
I looked up a few more of their songs and then got hooked on Everything (!!!) and Always and Crazy Dog and Remember (funny, because when I started out on this fandom I only liked and wanted to listen to their dancy/electronica-y tunes. And all of the ones I just listed are more R&B [ except Crazy Dog, which is just a hilarious song ]). And then Kim got me freaking hooked on their Stand Up concert and I've watched, like, all of it plus some of their Big Show concert and I SO WANT TO SEE THEM IN CONCERT AHHH. If you gave me a choice between FLH and BB I would choose BB in a heartbeat. I still love my FLH boys and they will always be first, but I would only go to their concert to see them and their attractiveness whereas with BB I get that, plus a guaranteed awesome show that is worth my $100+. I have been listening to nothing but Big Bang for the past 4 days. It's driving my sister nuts.
OH, I have to blog about the total TW-series-like dream I had about Jiro when I slept at Lei's house, LOL. It was so cute *_*. I think I'll do that after I shower.
China countdown: 8 days [SINGLE DIGITS!!!!!!!].
x summer
mood ; loopy
music ; everything (song title) - big bang
obsession ; big bangggg (bong & tabi especially)
crave ; big bang in concert! & hongyou chaosou
location ; denver -> my desk
Labels: camwhoring, celebrant, life, pix
On Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 1:49:00 AM
perfume and things [ smell splurge ]
My godmother works at a Macy's and gets all sorts of free stuff so she is always bringing by toiletries and clothes and accessories for me to choose from. Today it was a huuuge pile of sample sale perfumes! Some makeup too but mostly scents. I love smelling good so as of today, I have newly acquired:
+ Chrome Legend by Azzaro
+ One by Calvin Klein (used to have it, ran out)
+ Allure by Chanel
+ Chance by Chanel
+ Coco Madamoiselle by Chanel
+ Sensuous by Estee Lauder
+ Gucci by Gucci
+ Deseo by Jennifer Lopez
+ Juicy Couture by Juicy Couture
+ #1 Couture by Juicy Couture
+ Always and Forever by Jessica McClintock [ shimmer lotion perfume, 1 oz ]
+ Attraction by Lancome
+ Magnifique by Lancome [ 0.16 oz ]
+ Miracle by Lancome
+ Nina by Nina Ricci [ lotion perfume, 1.7 oz ]
+ Paris Hilton
+ Dreaming by Tommy Hilfiger
+ Rock 'n' Rose Pret a Porter by Valentino
+ Princess by Vera Wang
+ Versace for Women by Versace [ plus body lotion ]
+ Bright Crystal by Versace [ plus body lotion ]
+ L'Homme by Yves Saint Laurent [ 0.33 oz ]
(+ Estee Lauder metallic black & bronze eyeshadow)
AND, Nina Ricci silver makeup bag with apple zipper decor to keep it all in :]
I have enough to last me for the next, like, ten years XD. My favorite is by far the Nina Ricci. It smells delicious, like apples and lip gloss and pie :d and I can't believe it smells so good. I also like Dreaming by Tommy Hilfiger and Bright Crystal by Versace a lot and L'Homme by YSL makes me feel klassy :P. Surprisingly, Paris Hilton isn't bad, while Always & Forever by Jessica McClintock, Miracle by Lancome, and Gucci by Gucci smell like shit. Gucci really disappointed me, I for sure thought I'd like that one :(. But maybe it was just the paper that I sprayed it on that gave it a bit of a weird smell. Also, Princess by Vera Wang and Allure by Chanel smell wayyyy too sweet for me. But again, maybe it's just the paper I sprayed it on. I'm going to be experimenting with scents for a while, that's for sure. My godmother says next time she'll bring me back the two that I've always wanted: CK Pure Poison and Daisy by Marc Jacobs.
I was looking through my scent collection after that and realized I was running low on one of my favorite perfumes that I absolutely love and has become somewhat of a signature scent since 10th grade: Aura by American Eagle. It smells like fresh laundry and daisies and summer and I'm kicking myself for not buying it in bulk when they still sold it. Anyway, I looked for it on eBay and found three sample sizes for sale for a total of 7.50 so I bought them XD. STOP SPENDING MONEY, SUMMER, HOLY CRAP.
Still, though, the best thing I have ever smelled in this life and I am not kidding either, is my Bath with Sake by Fresh, inspired by Memoirs of a Geisha. I got it as a gift from Maggie's mom a few years ago, and I haven't used it at ALL because I'm afraid it will run out and I will never find another one again. I have no idea what the fuck it smells like other than a hint of sake and paradise, but every time I smell it I feel automatically better. I wish Fresh made it in a perfume. :d
A whole post on perfumes o_o. I promise that I WILL unpack and organize my room tomorrow (er, technically later today) before I pick dad up from the airport @ 4. Not sure how that's going to work since I'm probably going to sleep in and then at some point Daren, Alex and I are hanging out again and probably eating and seeing UP (soo excited XD) but I'll make it happen.......
[ quick update ; Daren, Aleja and I were supposed to hang out on Monday but Daren was lame and wanted to get Lollicup. After I said I'd had it 3 days in a row prior, she said she'd see us on Wednesday -_-; and left for Boulder again so Aleja just came over at around 6, we went to Redbox and rented Seven Pounds and Bolt, picked up Chipotle, and watched them at my house. Bolt<3. Seven Pounds was good but I felt like I was waiting for the movie to start, the whole entire movie. I know a lot of it was supposed to be him falling in love with this Emily Posa girl but the title is called Seven Pounds, it's supposed to focus on the six other people he helped too and it didn't. I felt like we didn't get to see enough of his good deeds with the other six, since even Ezra was only in it for maybe 10 minutes. The whole time we were like "when's he going to help the other six?" So mixed feelings about the structure of the movie, though the message was good. Also, Alex and I called the ending about halfway through it 8D ]
China countdown: 15 days.
x summer
mood ; sleepy
music ; 爱丫爱丫 - BY2
obsession ; nina by nina ricci
crave ; chinaaaaa
location ; denver -> my bed at dawn o_o
Labels: brands, life, shopping
On Wednesday, May 20, 2009 at 5:06:00 AM
run around in the rain with you [ to do list ]
t o . d o : : l i f e // i n d e f i n i t e l y
X unpack (!!!) and organize my room [ may 21/22 YAY ]
_ clean my shower
X cash in my tax returns @ keybank [ may 12 ]
_ START EXERCISING -____-;
X get camera charger back from alicia's house [ may 14 ]
_ get mom to call yiqing ayi to figure out what i'm doing for the fahrenheit concert in october
_ pick up piano again
X figure out what i'm doing for memorial day {CCCJR? daren's house?} [ may 20 - going to daren's ]
_ go to BORDERS for manga-reading day
_ get flh posters laminated
_ visa for taiwan? finish CIEE checklist
X buy digital camera @
_ mail out enchant's perfumes
_ mail out diana's $$
X watch manu make it to champions league finals [ may 27: with alex. we lost :( ]
X claire's house and planets [ may 28: with alex, daren, and claire ]
_ elitches
_ rens fest?
t o . b u y : : g r o c e r i e s // m a y 1 2
X ice cream [ coffee ]
X pitas & hummus
X bread, deli meat, mayo,
X
X pizza/rolls, mwahaha
X raspberry squares
X OJ
X ramen
X rice krispies chocolate cereal
_ sponges with steel wool side
X contact solution (!!!!!!!)
t o . d o : : o n l i n e // m a y - a u g u s t
X finish my asian100 jiro icons [ may 21 THANK GOD ]
_ WRITE. {something ever after, life on the other side, girl for hire, extinction, FLH ficrequests}
_ finish graphics requests
_ organize iphoto again
X make more icons @_@ {twent_icontest especially} [ may 13 ]
X post that fashion police thing on LJ (FINALLY.) [ may 13 ]
t o . d o : : s u m m e r . c r a v i n g s // m a y - a u g u s t
X PHO. [ may 17: with mike ]
X lollicup for boba [ may 14: with daren ; may 17 with churchies ; may 20 with daren and alex ]
X outback for steak [ may11: with daren ]
_ bombay clay oven
X sonic trip with daren and louise! [ may 14: after lollicup with daren ]
_ dim sum
_ korean bbq
_ DOMO (!!!)
X laowang noodle house [ may 24: with lei & tsai ]
_ han kang
_ sushi den
X schlotzsky's deli for bbq chicken pizza [ may8: before church ]
X CHIPOTLE [ may 15: with sister ; may 18: with alex ]
X pajama baking co. for gelato [ may 28: with alex, daren, claire ]
t o . s e e // m a y - a u g u s t
_ monsters v. aliens
X UP [ may 30: with ivo, wayne, mike, tram, xiao ]
X star trek [ may 27: with erin. SO GOOD OMG. ]
X angels & demons *sigh* [ may 20: with daren and alex for free. good movie! ]
_ harry potter (!!!)
_ terminator: salvation {with dad probably}
X xmen: wolverine [ may 24: with lei, tsai, and long. so good! ]
_ the taking of pelham 123
_ nine (both the musical & tim burton's cartoon)
_ public enemies {BALE & DEPP! AHHH}
_ black & white
_ ko one
_ x family
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t o . d o : : c h i n a // j u n e 5 - j u l y 3
_ visit yeye a lot
_ SHOPPING SHOPPING SHOPPING {BARGAIN. =]}
_ pick up meteor garden for qq
_ purses for {alicia, alex, daren, claire}
_ photoshoot/s
_ fahrenheit business and merchandise
_ hangzhou
_ visit winnie & corey in shanghai {clubbing!}
_ see mike in beijing?/birds nest
_ da niang shui jiao
_ lamb skewers/other vendors
_ never sleep
_ that one cute teahouse
_ go out for breakfast with the fambam
_ xiao yi's la mien
_ mala guo
t o . b u y : : c h i n a // j u n e 5 - j u l y 3
_ SHOEZ. { flip flops, pumps, gladiator sandals, sneakers, high-tops, boots }
_ purses { knock-off name-brands }
_ more chanel jewelry
_ more skinny jeans { green, purple, bright yellow, gray, black satin }
_ professional clothes
_ MORE FOBBY CLOTHES<3
_ new hairstyle
_ color contacts/bigger iris contacts? bahaha
Labels: to-do list
On Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 2:46:00 AM
a little bit about me.
r a n d o m f a c t s
1. My biggest fears include worms (I hate, hate, hate slimy things that crawl ><), the dark, and being unwanted.
2. I never learned how to ride a bicycle. And I'm never gonna learn, so there.
3. I sing mostly in the shower, in the car, and on occasion, when there's a song stuck in my head.
4. Sometimes I'll sit there with earbuds in my ears and absolutely nothing playing at all. I don't know why o_o.
5. I make silent bets with myself all the time just to see if I win them or not.
6. One of my most embarrassing moments was at camp when I was 15, during breakfast when I slipped down the stairs in front of everybody there including my then-crush and spilled juice and pastry all over myself. >////<
7. My hands sweat profusely when I get nervous.
8. I've undergone surgery for a malignant mole on my right forearm.
9. I have an uncurable, not-contagious, particularly severe strain of skin disease called keritosis pilaris ("Asian spots") on my arms and legs.
10. I don't have a middle name because I'm Asian.
11. I'm a big realist. I don't understand, like, or warm to real-life romance. But I'm starting to think there's a closet romantic somewhere inside me, because when I see big gestures and all that romance in movies or books, I love it. I'm in denial about it though.
12. I only have one dimple, on my right cheek.
13. I interview imaginary celebrities sometimes in the bathroom when I'm washing up and make up scenarios in my future television studio in Taiwan.
14. I'm incredibly possessive with bands and singers. If I discovered them first, they're mine and I'm the only one allowed to love them.
15. I also like bands who are underground more than if they're mainstream. The luster is gone when they're played on the radio.
16. I've always wanted an older brother.
17. I've pet a now-extinct species of leopard, been on a camel, and swam with dolphins before.
18. I'm very shallow. I admit it. I judge people based on how they look, and my mood stems off of how I look that day.
19. I may appear to brush things off, but in reality I overanalyze a lot of things to the point of nothing. So don't play mind games with me.
20. I douse everything with hot sauce.
21. I used to model in a brief stint when I was 16-18 in China, but just for catalogue and sometimes editorial, never runway or anything because I'm too short. I was more of a 'face' model for cosmetics and stuff than for clothes.
22. I'm a bookworm. If you give me an interesting book to read I won't take my eyes off it until I'm done.
23. I'm better at loving people from a distance, I think. I do a good job when I'm with them but absence really makes the heart grow fonder in my case.
24. I love babies, but after age 5, I stop liking kids.
25. I've played piano competitively since I was 5; I think it's a given when you're studying under the most prestigious teacher in the state. But I get really intense stage fright with piano, so after sophomore year I stopped competing after I won first place because it gave me ulcers.
26. I'd say I'm relatively good at drawing people, but I'm terrible at drawing hands except if I have a model.
27. The first things I notice in the opposite sex are their eyes, hair, and hands. Hands are lovely to me.
28. I have perfect pitch.
29. I also have near-perfect punctuation and grammar.
30. I love to shop, and my dress sense is really loud and eclectic. My friends say I can pull off almost any look (because I'm Asian and fobbiness is generally accepted?). And I collect skinny jeans.
31. I have been to the gym about a total of 5 times in my life, and I loooooooveeeee to eat. I'm thinking I should start exercising soon...
32. I have really vivid dreams, and I really dread nightmares.
33. I love roller coasters. My first experience was with my dad when I was around 9, and it was completely horrifying, so I'm surprised I ever went back on one, but I'm glad I did because I lava them now.
34. I can fake a decent British accent, but I'm always too embarrassed to show people XD.
35. According to a linguist, I have a slight Chinese accent when I speak English, but when I speak Mandarin, the inflections and intonations in my voice are so Americanized it sounds like I have a little bit of an American accent too.
36. I'm slowly working the number of piercings I have in my ears to 10.
37. My stomach makes weird noises for no reason at the most inconvenient times EVER.
38. I like to make lists. It helps de-stress me when I have a lot of things to do and stay organized.
39. I love writing fiction. My imagination is ridiculous and huge, and I daydream a ton, so I always like getting it down on paper. I'm also in love with beautiful and broken words. When I read something raw and powerful and so pretty, I'm always jealous and inspired. I try to write like that; sometimes I succeed scarily well, other times, it just turns out uninspired.
40. I compare myself to other people too much. (This is probably because my parents used to do it)
41. I used to have a celebrity crush on Jet Li O_O.
42. I'm going to dye my hair blue one day when I get up the balls.
43. I'm still learning guitar. Slowly but surely.
44. My thumb has an extra joint or something, and I can make it stick out and look gross.
45. I love it when emo boys paint their nails and wear eyeliner and have lip piercings. Tres hot.
46. The guy I marry has to have a sense of style. It can be relaxed, but he must have some fashion smarts. Also, I'd prefer a rocker type to an athlete any day. But he can't be skinny.
47. I'm a big camera whore (wow, really?), but mostly I make weird faces at the camera unless I think I look hot, then it's just modeling time :P.
48. When I was little, I shut the door on my finger on purpose because I wanted to get out of playing piano. I've also put my hand on a hot iron for the same purpose.
49. When I like a song, I'll listen to it on repeat for hours. Then it gets buried in my iTunes until I rediscover it again.
50. I've been involved in a weird conspiracy thing where the purpose ended up being our cute waiter kissing me.
Bonus. My muse is a water-based thing I believe, because I think up my best ideas ever when I'm in the shower. I can be stuck at my laptop for hours experiencing horrible writer's block, and as soon as I hit the shower, I get struck with such golden inspiration. I know you think it has to do with taking time away from my story and coming back to it, but it never works anywhere else except the shower.
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s u r v e y
If I could choose another name for myself, it would be Parker, Lucy, or Shea (pronounced Shay). I like really classic and/or unisex names.
On my birthday, I like to PARTAYYYYY. JK. I do like huge parties, but as I get older I'm starting to prefer getting ultra-dressed up and going out to eat or dance or something with close friends, then coming back and lounging and chillin in our PJs or something.
My closet is narsty. It's empty and soo disorganized at the moment. I organize it by length of sleeve for tops and leg-lengths for bottoms, and right now everything's just stuffed everywhere or still in suitcases or just strewn all over the floor because I just got back from Syracuse and am too lazy to pack. Also, I'm constantly buying new things and running out of closet room ><. The last place you'd ever find me is the gym, HAHAHA.
If I had $100 right now, I would buy the Longchamp Le Pliege Large bag.
After I shower, I always apply lotion, my face mask, and my nose strips; take my contacts out; & brush my hair.
My dog always is nonexistent :( but he WILL be fierce, once I get that German Shepherd i've always wanted.
When watching a movie, I prefer to snack on ice cream, junior mints, and salsa&nachos.
This summer, I plan on GOING TO CHINA BABYYYYY. & then lounging and chillin like a villain whilst I prepare for taiwan. And camp counselor again of course. Sickest summer everrrr!
If someone could read my mind right now, they'd probably hear my brain singing along to Fire by 2NE1 since it's on repeat.
The last letter of my surname is U. That's also half my surname ;o).
My musical tastes are eclectic and broad. I like everything except hardcore country, screamo & that heavy metal stuff, rap (except when GD/TOP does it!), and opera.
I'm always taking pictures of myself. HAHAHA. I'm a camera whore.
When I look to my left, I see my cluttered desk, my clothes and suitcases, my closet doors with Orlando Bloom and Audrey Hepburn posters, and my door with my Legolas poster :P.
The next concert I'm going to is A FAHRENHEIT ONE IN OCTOBER!!! WA SAI!!!
Right now, I'm listening to Fire by 2NE1 of course.
I would love it if I could be Jiro's girlfriend and a co-host with Aaron XD.
The colour of the shirt I'm wearing is white and black.
I have never been to Europe. This will change of course.
The last text message I received said uhh. I don't know if I want to share since it's kind of explicit. "Haha apparently just what it would be like to have sex with us alone and together". Sender will remain anonymous XD.
I'm not pleased with how there is still 10 days to go before all my friends are finally back from college so we can HANG OUT!
My latest addiction is vindaloo curryyyy and Indian food :d.
I only kinda like cheese. I used to hate it except as like a pizza topping, but it's growing on me a little. Only certain kinds though, like really sharp cheddar and brie.
My parents are awesomeee. My dad is crazy talented at everything and eloquent but secretly goofy and my mommy pampers me and loves Jiro almost as much as I do! :)
If I won an all-expenses-paid trip somewhere, I'd choose to go to well since we're going to China and Taiwan already this year (hahaha), I'll say ITALY!
I want to have a deep conversation with Patty Hou. I have a lotttt of questions to ask her since her life is what I want my future to be job-wise. Also it'd be cool to ask if she'd take me on as an apprentice, or intern, or something ;).
The last thing I ate for dinner was Medium-rare steak, Caesar salad, clam chowder, and a peach fruit smoothie at Outback Steakhouse then Seattle's Best Coffeehouse. :d
I'd love to be interviewed by well really I'd love to be the one doing the interviewing (hahaha), buuuut obviously Show Luo & Xiao Gui! There is no competition! Well except for maybe Aaron, since he's actually really good at it.
If I could turn invisible, the first thing I'd do is strip nekked. HAHAHA. And then steal me some awesome shit.
China countdown: 23 days.
x summer
mood ; happy
music ; fire - 2ne1
obsession ; borders bookstore
crave ; (i got my steak!) PHO
location ; denver -> my room again :)
at 1:30:00 AM
summer craze. [ denver, shopping ]
Yes. I am back in the homeland. Not China, Denver. China is the motherland. Denver is the homeland. And I am back. Tuesday into Wednesday was a horrible time, let me tell you. First, David saved my life and came over to get my stuff (after Grace decided to go home early without so much as giving me a heads up, thanks so much bitch. Have a nice life in Ithaca, hope you die early) on Tuesday at around 1, I had dinner with Kelly at 6, came back and packed my clothes and had a tug-of-war for the next twelve hours as I debated what to throw out and what to keep and if my luggage was going to go over the 50 lbs. limit, and the packing, was ENDLESS. Things kept popping up out of nowhere even as I stuffed them into suitcases, and I still ended up forgetting my TI-83+ and 4GB flash drive in my desk drawer. I just KNEW I was going to forget them, and I did. Also I had to leave my teddy bear behind, but when I emailed my RA to please please rescue my calculator and flash drive, she asked if I also wanted my teddy bear back. I love her. Even though I'm paying for the postage :P. Anyway, I finished packing (mostly) at around 1 AM, which is when I started studying for my final, and then I showered and kept myself awake with One Tree Hill on my bare mattress in a sweatshirt till 7. I went down for breakfast, had my last awesome made-to-order omelette ever, then went to my final, which was ridiculously easy, hoorah. Came back, watched Fringe, and then packed some MORE and threw out even MORE stuff until my cab driver got here at 3:30, which is when I finally bade SU and sophomore year goodbye/good riddance. The plane ride sucked. I was so ridiculously tired from not having slept at all, and I was also feeling very extremely sweaty and gross, so basically it was "hold-out until I finally get home and RELAX". Slept fitfully, ordered coffee and still slept through it. At one point the girl next to me had her unconscious head accidentally on my shoulder but I was so tired I really didn't care. Missed my layover in Chicago by literally 2 minutes because of the rainy weather. But actually I think that was better, because the next flight to Denver was in 2 hours and so I made my way to the food court, ordered some cheap Chinese food at Manchu Wok that was delicious because I was so hungry (best Szechuan Chicken & Lo Mien ever), went online via Boingo, and then headed - finally! - home again. Landed in Denver at 10:40 PM, was picked up by dad and mom and QQ, and the rest is history. I. LOVE. DENVER. I. LOVE. HOME.
HOME. <3
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My toes are green. (Those aren't a picture of my toes. Is that weird? That I have a picture of somebody else's toes... haha. O_O) My fingernails are [ chipped ] rocker black and my toenails are a sparkly shade of [ neat ] lime green. Total oxymoron :d but what else is new? I rarely paint my nails - call it the pianist habit in me, as we aren't supposed to paint our fingernails for a better aesthetic and some lie about the polish weighing down our fingers - and I own a total of maybe 2.7 bottles of polish, so this is a really rare occurance. But whenever I come home from school for break, I always paint my fingernails black now. This time, my toes decided to follow suit. I think I was admiring my toes too much with my fingers because sparkly gold has rubbed off on my middle black fingernail and won't come off. For some reason it reminded me of once, when I was maybe 6, at my piano teacher's house for my lesson. My mom had painted my nails a pinky-red, and Mr. Shaak flipped out and demanded I take it off before we began. The way he reacted was kind of scary, and being a little Asian girl who liked her nails pretty, I was on the brink of tears as I sat down with the nail polish remover and the sharp smell from the bottle to take off my pinky-red. Another girl, Darcy, who had her lesson before mine, patted me on the back and told me that they'd all been there. "I had my nails black with gold and silver sparkly swirls once, and he got sooo mad at me," she said.
I impulse-shopped on Thursday. The plan was to stop off at Old Navy and get myself those 2 for $5 flip flops to replace some of the shoes I had to throw out to save luggage space, and then go to Walmart and replenish my facial and body washes and contact solutions because of the same reason. But of course shopping always bites me in the ass and I came out with more than that.
A 100% cotton, completely comfortable as in I-could-sleep-in-this-and-rub-my-face-in-this-all-day dark grey v-neck t-shirt, $10 (!). Metallic pewter sandals, $19.50. Yellow suede moccasins, $11.99 (SALE! I heart cheap shoez). I'd been looking for yellow moccasins for forever, and even though these were preppier than I would've liked, with a bow and string-ties in place of the bright Native American beading and the fringe, I loooooveeee them. I also debated buying a thin patent white belt and some other shoes, but I decided not to because I can probably get them in China. However, I was wearing sneakers when I went in, and since taking the shoes off and putting them on again is a complete bitch, I guestimated my shoe size and picked size 7 for the sandal and size 8 for the close-toed moccasins. I have such a hard time with shoes because I swear my feet are shrinking: when I was in 8th grade, I could barely fit into a size 8 1/2. Sophomore year I fit back into a size 8. Two years ago I became 7 1/2. And now I'm in between that and a 7, usually. For open-toed shoes I wear a 7, close-toed I'm usually a 7 1/2. But the moccasins didn't have half-sizes, so I went with a size 8 to be safe and didn't try them on.
Once I got home, I realized I had about two fingers-width too much in the moccasins. So I went back to the store again today before church (and before I stopped off at Schlotzsky's for my usual bbq chicken & jalapeno pizza :B) and exchanged for a size 7, which fit perfectly (go figure. Pretty soon I'm gonna be wearing my mama's size at 6). In line for the cash register, the girls in front of me were getting really excited about these soaps, so I looked at the vendor beside the register, and OMG, so many soaps and body things and fragrances for 50% off. They were in such neat packaging with these designs and after picking some up and smelling them, I decided I loved them.
So of course I bought some.
Cute little things like these thrifty soaps make my day. I think it's the "I wanna grow up and own my own awesome house!" person in me XD. They smell so delicious (I got Ruby Guava and White Grapefruit) and they're so cute. I think I might go back and buy some more tomorrow, I also liked Lavender Mint and the Island Lime one. They were 2 for $2.50! Totally worth it. I also got my mother's day present for my mom: the Ruby Guava Scented Oil Diffuser. She'll love it, I know it. She loves smelling nice and working in environments that smell nice. I really think that I'm the type of person that when I own my own place, will get totally excited about cute dishes, and shelf knick-knacks, and throw pillows. I found a couple of pictures a while back from apartmenttherapy.com (yes, I go there to look at awesome apartments sometimes) and I basically want this space:
Isn't it cute!? It's in Oregon. Yep, I'm one of those people. :]
Anyways, I also wanted ice cream and our house had none, and the original plan [ again ] was to buy a big bucket of Dreyer's or something that would last a while, but Dreyer's has nothing on Ben & Jerry's. I ended up getting my two favorite ice cream flavors in the universe.
Bless that Ben and Jerry for coming up with the caramel core in Karamel Sutra. I think most of it is gone, while the actual ice cream is still there, LOL. Also, cherries and chocolate in cherry-tinted vanilla ice cream? ALL teh smexiez. I'm gonna miss this in China, but then again, they have stuff like frozen dan ta and soft-serve fresh strawberry sundaes so I think I'll be okay. But when I got home with my Cherry Garcia, my parents did the whole "You're going to get fat" argument so to make it a little healthier and throw in some of my fruit serving for the day, I sliced up some banana and tossed in a few leftover blueberries, raspberries, and boysenberries we had while rooting around in the fridge and spent way too long making & perfecting and pic-ing this thing:
The angle is weird so I don't know if you can tell, but that's a bowl, not a plate. Ice cream is supremely difficult to eat off a plate, esp a glass one. Haha.
I was going to post some surveys and some "Things you didn't know about Summer" random facts on here, but I think I'll save that for next time. Summer (and I mean the season, not talking to myself in the third person), I'm so glad you're finally here. The real fun has yet to kick in because my friends aren't home yet (except Daren, who is back from Boulder tomorrow maybe!), but I can feel the season soaking into my skin already. And see, the posts about absolutely nothing at all (which is how I'm spending my days!) are already starting. I'm so ready to be sunkissed (and NOT sunburnt!). I'm gonna pull out that summer playlist.
China countdown: 26 days.
x summer
mood ; content
music ; xie xie ai - garden sister
obsession ; old navy soaps
crave ; medium-rare steak
location ; DENVER COLORADO!!! -> my yellow room <3
Labels: fashion, life, pix, shopping
On Saturday, May 09, 2009 at 4:08:00 AM
Introspections and an addendum. [ musing ]
I have a brown corduroy body pillow on my bed. It's one of those things that the doctor says when you sleep on your side, if you tuck it between your arms and legs (essentially, if you hug it), it will prevent back problems later on. However, on my twin-sized bed in my dorm room, it takes up about 1/3 of the bed the way I had it lengthwise all year. Yesterday, I had packed one of my pillows up already in a packing box, so I shifted the body pillow up so I could rest my head on it ~ and instantly I noticed how damn big my twin-sized bed suddenly became. I've been complaining about the small bed for a while now, but the extra space the body pillow took up on the bed probably made up 3/4 of the problem.
I have always been a bit oxymoronish in my persona and the way I perceive myself; depending on my mood, I can either be loud or quiet, boyish or girlish, sophisticated or lewd. But lying on my suddenly-bigger bed last night stretching out my limbs, I realized just how bad it's gotten to be this year. PartyGirl Summer is opinionated and outspoken, stays up all night dancing, is insanely judgmental in her red skinny jeans and vintage surround-sound headphones, and doesn't give a shit about what other people think. Then we have Artist Summer: introspective, a soul digger, underrated by everybody's standards, and sometimes quite elegant. Artist Summer is capable of achieving great things in her life, and PartyGirl Summer is just along for the ride and possibly to make some fun contacts along the way. This year, I have been dominated by miss PartyGirl. I don't blame it on the sudden obsession with Big Bang, because it would be a little bit pathetic and maybe too simple for my elaborate mind to stem all my problems down to one cause, or just five men who bring otherwise joy to the world, but ever since I stumbled upon their music I have been nonstop dancing in my head. It's all about the pounding bass and the strobe lights underneath my eyelids and the crave to be in that loud party atmosphere. But somewhere between the flickers of light and the sweat, I lost the artist in my head. No wonder my writing has sucked all year. I've been writing with my feet better suited to New York City sidewalks in high heels, with my fingers weighed down with Chanel rings and black chipped polish, with my halfhearted mind with electronica songs stuck in the brain and eyes halfway out the window wondering what I'm going to be doing this weekend. And no soul. Absolutely no soul. It doesn't mesh, and my writing has been empty. Artist Summer has been in hibernation since August 2008. Hopefully I fed her enough so she's just sleeping, not dead.
Actually, I take that back. Writing, and creating music, and playing around with my pencils and charcoals is kind of like riding a bike (this coming from a person who doesn't know how to ride them without training wheels. Twenty and counting). It will always be stuck inside me, but the question is how rusty I am now, coming back to things after so long. I haven't read a real book outside of class assignments since last June. I haven't written anything of worth since at least that long. I look at pieces I wrote on my old blogspot, and the oneshots on fictionpress, and goodness I hope Artist will come back. I said on my last post that I was scared I was losing my edge. I haven't lost it, but for now it's stuck inside me too deep to be found, and I'm going to have to risk plunging my hand between the broken pieces of champagne glasses and neon nylon and maybe fight Party Girl until I can find the artist again. One step at a time, yea?
Every night right before I go to bed, I'll listen to a few tunes on my iPod, the earbuds in my ears while I stare into the darkness of my ceiling and the DayGlo Stars. For as long as I can remember, I've been playing upbeat music with heavy bass and screaming voices, Big Bang, Lady Gaga, Perfume, 3oh!3 - basically everything that does NOT help a person ease into sleep (but thank god I sleep like a rock regardless what I listen to ;) ). Before I came into any of these revelations yesterday, I asked a friend to recommend some Fang Datong and Anson Hu to me because I was bored of my iTunes. And last night as I stuck the buds into my ears and turned my iPod on, all I wanted to listen to was those two guys, even though it is the polar opposite of my previous listenings. Listening to Khalil and Anson, it sounds completely cliche but I started thinking up all these new ideas and ways to maybe help me with my future pursuits. My fingers were actually tingling; even though it was past 4 in the morning and I had just shut my macbook off, I wanted to open it again and start jotting (no wonder I am an insomniac). And that must be an indicator that I'm on the right path... right? So I haven't lost all hope yet. With the right music, and time, and perhaps new books and experiences and food (who knows?), I might get my mojo back.
break me out tonight, i wanna see the sunrise anywhere but here, oh, come with me, this could be the only chance we get, we gotta take it...
On another topic, I was browsing some friends blogs yesterday, and I came across somebody who actually quoted me on what I said in Grapefruit Genius and said I was inspiring. Me, inspiring? Really? It got me to thinking again because this girl, Kyla, is having trouble with a certain somebody named Jiro Wang disturbing her everyday life and isn't exactly sure how to go about meeting him. She called me a dreamer. Definitely Artist Summer talking, though a lot of my dreams are tainted with Fahrenheit lately which is Party Girl's territory (I love how I've resorted to speaking about myself in the third person, and like I'm schizo. Nice.). I definitely am a dreamer, possibly one of the biggest dreamers you will ever meet in this life or the next one. I've always been told the sky's the limit, and that's what I go by. The possibilities are endless, and you've seen people from the humblest backgrounds make something great out of themselves: Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela, the very same Jiro Wang, my own father. Why box yourself in? Someone named Margaret once said we aren't afraid that we are weak and feeble-minded; instead, we are afraid that we are great and powerful beyond measure, that we are scared of our own beauty and what we can accomplish if we tried (and I'm sure I butchered that quote, but it is one of my favorites). It's frightening to believe sometimes, but I do believe it. I am scared of my own power... but at the same time, believe I can do anything if I put my mind to it. And doesn't it start with a dream? That said, however, there is a delicate balance between dreaming and doing, and you need to be both a dreamer and a doer to get anything and everything you want. First, have the faith in yourself and that you are not just another faceless person in the crowd, but that God put you on this Earth to truly be somebody. Second, go out and just... do it. If you already have the first step downpat, then the world better look out, because you will be something beautiful, you will be somebody who does great things. Keep your wishes and hopes and dreams on a star you look out to for direction when you've lost your way like those wise men did all those years ago. They found what - or who - they were looking for in the end. You can too. If everybody stopped pitying themselves everytime they encountered a struggle or a fall, and instead took it in stride as something else they can look back at and say, "I got through that too", wouldn't the world be just full of AWEsome people?
I still stand by what I said a couple years ago, that I should sit back and let whatever's meant to happen, happen. But if I am a passive person who leaves it all up to fate alone and does nothing to help herself, fate's not going to like me. Whatever's meant to happen will pass me by. There is such a push-and-pull with this. I hope I've at least learned that much this year. /motivational speaker
At the same time, I realize how deep of an obsession to the point of obsession I have with, yes, Fahrenheit. Le sigh. Look at this blog. Look at over half my iPhoto library. Look at my most played list on iTunes (er, actually, that's probably Big Bang and Lady Gaga at the moment). Delve into my very twisted head. Last night, upon a point of existentialism, I wondered, what was the point? It is awesome they are driving me to work even harder towards my goal of becoming VJ like Patty Hou, but why should they even be a reason? Why am I living half-vicariously through them when I haven't even stepped within a country towards them? I am wasting my life away, and for what? Four celebrities that while fabulously attractive and such down-to-earth nice guys and probably the most deserving of my fangirly love, don't even know I exist? For the first time in my life, I have finally seen myself from a third-party observer. And I'm kind of sad, especially as I have just talked about being great and beautiful and not just another somebody, but right now as another rabid fangirl in the crowd, I am treating myself like one. I don't want to pine away for Fahrenheit. If I meet Jiro, awesome. If not, I shouldn't feel like my life has no point anymore. I should want to be a VJ in Taiwan for my own right, for the pure joy of doing something I want instead of in the possibility that I "could meet Jiro". I don't want my life to be a mistake. It better not be, since I'm halfway through my Broadcast Journalism career to train for this VJ job at the #1 journalism school in the country.
Celebrities are such a dangerous crowd of people. They make and break regular Joe/Joanna the Plumbers all over the world. I want from now on to stop being so ridiculous about Fahrenheit. If they were to decrease to how I view Big Bang in my head, just another group of guys I am happy to support but wouldn't have a heart attack over if one of them freaking kissed a girl in some show, that would be great. They've filled such big part of my life that if I were to decrease the fangirl swelling, I wouldn't know what to do with that part of myself. Maybe that was originally where Artist Summer went before I squeezed her out. Interesting.
But I don't know, maybe this will all be forgotten soon. At the end of the day, I still smile when I see a cute picture of Aaron. Jiro is still my wallpaper on my cell phone. I'm not going to delete any of my Fahrenheit pictures or graphics or stop making them or stop thinking about Donglun. So maybe this is all moot, but perhaps this is just a step in the right direction, like everything else I have posted about so far. Kyla, however, I want to say thank you in return for making me think so avidly about myself. You are part of the reason I snapped myself awake again, and that's such a good thing to know. I hope you will come to realize what I have and live your life to the fullest and grab your dreams. ;)
So much writing o_o. Ugh. I have never been great at combining Party Girl and Artist together, and both of them are splashed on this page all over the place despite my efforts to just be one person. But I'll probably always be this way. Despite all the quashing I've done on Party Girl, I don't hate her. In fact, she makes me very individualistic and not a pushover, hardwon after many, many rough patches. I've just let her take the reigns for too long, and Party Girl is just a party girl; she really has no direction in life, just how to deal with things when life hits me hard. Fifty-fifty.
That's what I got after I moved my body pillow from my side to my head, and what has been swirling through my brain all today. Dare I say it: the artist is back! At least, coughing weakly and opening her eyes a little. It's a start.
Perhaps Mister Khalil Fong said it best:
Three cheers for the reincarnation of the artist. I'll let you know how it goes.
Home tomorrow.......
x summer
Labels: musing
On Tuesday, May 05, 2009 at 1:02:00 PM
Miss you but I won't. [ moving out ]
After coming home from my exhausting RTN364 final project listening party that I stressed out a tonnnn for. I literally finished the project 2 seconds before Professor Bolt walked in. I was like "uh, I JUUUUST finished" and he goes, while setting down the bananas, oranges, and donuts he brought for breakfast for us, "don't tell me that! Far as I know, you finished a week ago." I love him. I'm gonna miss Prof. Bolt. I'm wearing my Communist Party t-shirt from Threadless. I like to party with Lenin, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and of course jolly old Mao who got half my family killed or detained. That's how I roll. Replace his brainwashyness with a party cup. I especially like the lampshade perched crooked on Marx's head.
I've spent all day buying supplies for and then beginning to pack. Grace's parents come tomorrow to take all of my stuff I'm storing over the summer to P.Paul's house in Ithaca, and then all I'm left with are clothes and toiletries to stuff in suitcases to bring home to Denver with me. And then I'm home, in two days. It's so bizarre to think that after living here in room 541 in Shaw Hall for a year, that it's ending and all my life's worth for the year is either going in the trash, the donation bins downstairs, or into suitcases and boxes, to be separated and shipped off. My walls are bare and white, and my room looks like a disaster area. Right now on my desk is a bunch of textbooks that the book-returns didn't want, a few DVDs, bubble wrap, scotch tape, trash bags, scissors, the Fahrenheit album, and a few packets of instant oatmeal that I need to finish before I go home.
Oy. I just want to be done with it. I hate, as in loathe, packing/unpacking. I seriously wish I had a maid to do it all for me. My roommate or anybody I've ever lived with can contest to how much I absolutely detest it. I will leave my suitcases full of my unpacked clothes on the floor for weeks at a time until it's just too much of a hindrance to keep there anymore. Odds and ends will sit everywhere on my desk and my shelves until I make myself get up and put them away. It's probably because once I start, it's hard to make me stop. Same with anything I do, whether it's homework, piano, or even just drawing. I'm fucking lazy as hell to drag myself up and do these huge tasks because I know that once I start, I will completely throw myself into a project and exhibit signs of restless-leg-syndrome and other irritable antsyness until the thing is completely done to my satisfaction. Sometimes I've gone into my bathroom to clean my mirror and then three hours later, come out with sore arms and a sparkling bathroom.
I know that once I move out also, I'm gonna be itching to vaccuum the floor of the room I no longer occupy. But I will MAKE MYSELF WALK AWAY, DAMMIT. Sometimes I think I'm like a less neurotic version of Monica from Friends. >_<
Look at all those FIC REQUESTS. Eff it all. I have 11 Fahrenheit ficrequests to complete, plus the 9 other stories I'm already working on, two of which are on fictionpress and of which the readers are about ready to lynch me because I haven't updated so long. That, plus I know a ton of other ideas will no doubt spring into my head over the summer. But NO. I will prioritize. Extinction, Something Ever After, and Life on the Other Side get first priority (and Girl for Hire I suppose, but only because of the readers dammit). And somewhere in there, all the FLH requests will get done too. THIS SPELLZ GOOD TIMEZ!!! *note the sarcasm.* I'm scared that my muse is leaving me, or at least, isn't as bright and brilliant as she used to be. I look at what I've written in the past, like Rescued, or And I'm Tumbling Down, and the greatness of those oneshots awes me. I don't know if I'm capable of pulling something like that out of my head or my ass now. I hope I am. I just haven't read anything in a while, neither have I been struck by a particularly awesome idea (except Life on the Other Side). I hope I'm still the writer I once was, and that I haven't LOST IT. PLEASE, COME BACK TO MEEEEE. I just need to set up shop in my thinking tank: my shower.
This has nothing to do with anything, but since coming to SU, I've started eating a lot of grapes. Besides the fact that it's just that our dining hall serves them a lot, I don't know why. I used to hate grapes. But now I really like them, green ones more than purple ones. o__o. Also, plantains. But that started after we went to that drug-dealing Caribbean restaurant during New Year's.
Two shows I've recently gotten hooked on:
Just seasons 5 & 6. It's funny to me that I like this show; mostly because I used to be so adamantly against it. I really hate those fabricated supposed-to-be "high-school" shows even though the actors are all so obviously older and more beautiful and so much less awkward than real high school kids. And their lives are definitely not what high school is like. Perhaps this is why I refuse to watch seasons 1-4, which is about their high school life, and choose instead to start with season 5, when the actors are somewhat closer to their real ages at 22-23, though it's still not likely that at age 22, you can be a high school teacher, own your own fashion line, have a five-year-old and a huge house, own your own record label, or look like Lucas Scott. In my head, I make them around 25. But anyway, the show is very feel-good-warm-fuzzies. PSawyer is my favorite. She is who I want to be, because I'm sort of like her already minus the nobility and grace with which she handles life. Also, season 6 episode 3 made me cry harder than any tv show has ever done. I miss Q. And I like the fact that they make fun of themselves in one episode, when Lucas's book is optioned for a movie and Brooke asks him if Natalie Portman can play her in the movie. When Lucas says no, because it's supposed to be set in high school (implying Natalie Portman is too old to look high-school age), it was ironic since that's what I think about THEM portraying high school kids. And then Brooke says, so what, you're going to get some CW bitch? And I laughed XDD (One Tree Hill airs on the CW. So Brooke's actress and everybody else ARE the CW bitches she's speaking of). One thing that did bother me though was the Nannie Carrie plot in Season 6, when she kidnapped Dan and held him prisoner in her house, because it was SOOOO ripped off from Stephen King's Misery. And Nannie Carrie fails in the shadow of Annie Wilkes. However, if I ever see the actress for Nannie Carrie on the street, I will be tempted to egg her.
I. LOVE. FRINGE. It is one of the most genius shows to ever grace modern television, and in the midst of all the cop shows (though I love my SVU) and the lawyer shows and the doctor shows and the high school drama shows, it's SUCH a relief to see something this refreshing even though the science is bogus (hey, could've fooled me. I know nothing about science). It's a mixture of X-Files, Law and Order SVU (their main character is even named Olivia xD), and sometimes, Supernatural. It is the first time I have seen Josh Jackson and not hated him. Also, after only seeing John Noble play the somewhat stupid and smallminded character of Denethor from LOTR, it's so nice to see him do such a great character as Walter. And I love Broyles, because I've only ever seen him be creepy ass antagonists. So it's great to see all of these people be awesome for once. But I very much so want John Scott to cease existing. I don't care that they've found out he's not the traitorous asshat he was originally thought to be, the man makes me sick. He's on the Derek Shepherd from Grey's Anatomy level: creepy pedophilic. Just go 'way.
I want another piercing on my right ear. Perhaps my cartiledge? Except I'm scared of that, so maybe I'll get another one on my lobe. Currently I have 5 on my ears; two I got with my mom when I turned 17, two horseshoe gauges I got with Daren at Freaky's for my 18th birthday and which hurt like a bitch and which I have no interest in expanding, and another piercing on my right ear I got for New Years 2008. I planned on having 10 by the time I turned 21, so I guess in this next year, I have to get 5 more, LOL. Well, I could get another one on my lobe and then my cartiledge at the same time? That'll take me to 7 and then I think I'll be done for a while. I really want my lip or my eyebrow pierced, but I dont think I'd be able to pull off the lip piercing and eyebrow piercings look trashy on girls (I think only guys can work those). And getting anything else pierced is out of the question for me. I remember the weirdest thing I ever saw as far as piercings go: I saw a blond girl, totally preppy with a white polo and ponytail and white-shell necklace and blue eyes, with 6, 8, and 10 gauges on both her ears. FREAKIEST THING EVER. Besides the fact that her ears were freaky weighed down by these huuuuge gauges, it totally went against her image. But hey, whatever makes her happy.
To bring things around full circle, walking down the hallway and hearing everybody inside their rooms tearing tape and stuffing things in boxes and shuffling things around (and I am NOT pressing my ears against their doors >_>) makes me a bit... nostalgic? Dorms must see a lot of things happen. Fresh-faced students come in, all throughout the year stress, laugh, fall in love, cry, throw up, get homesick, talk, grow up, and get smarter (or dumber, if you take philosophy) within their quarters. And then May rolls around, and everybody leaves, and it's like they/we were never here. The only things to show for us are a few leftover hooks on the walls where we hung our towels and posters, and a few stains on the floor from that time we spilled the beer we weren't supposed to have in our rooms, and in my case, little double-sided foam tape remainders from our glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. And then besides that, is just an empty, haunting dorm. Students have come and gone from these halls since 1850. In a disillusioned person's point of view, seems a little pointless doesn't it? Life cycles on and on and then you're gone, with nothing but a few scratches and dings on the walls and floors where you lived to show for it. Everything comes to an end. But I'm not disillusioned; I'm excited for the future, and where my education within these walls will bring me. Hopefully, 5 more ear piercings and a television broadcast job ;).
Schedule for the next two days:
MAY 5th, 10 AM: Call CIEE to figure out what classes I'm taking in Taiwan
________, 10:30 AM: Run to HBC & Maxwell to petition for those classes
________, 11 AM: Steele Hall to turn in class petitions & semester of leave
________, 12 PM: Lunch
________, 12:30 PM: Move things out with Grace's parents
________, 2:45 PM: Dan's room to watch the soccer game in mah jerzey
________, 4 PM: Start packing clothes
________, 4:30 PM: Early dinner with Kelly @ Inside Noodles
________, 5:30 PM: Younique Teahouse for bubble tea
________, 6 PM: Pack moar & study for ANT349 Final
MAY 6th, 8 AM: ANT349 Final
________, 10 AM: Finish up packing
________, 3 PM: Taxi to airport
________, 5:15 PM: FLYING HOME
________, 8:25 PM Denver Time: HOME.
Bang bang, we're beautiful and dirty richhh. I'm coming home, honeys!
End o' school countdown: 2 days.
China countdown: 31 days.
x summer
mood ; excited
music ; beautiful, dirty, rich - lady gaga
obsession ; pickles, bubble wrap, lady gaga
crave ; CLUBBING & DENVER
location ; cuse, ny -> in what used to be and will shortly no longer be my room in 541 shaw
Labels: camwhoring, life, musing, tv shows
On Monday, May 04, 2009 at 6:09:00 PM
the girl.
I'm Meichen Yu. I'm Summer Yu. I'm Chen. I'm Winter.I'm a 20 year old Chinese (fan)girl from Denver, Colorado, who goes to New York for university. I'm a broadcast journalism major hoping to work in Taiwan as a variety show host after graduation. I love my family of 100+. I've played piano since I was 5 (had it beat into me, more like) and guitar, I charcoal and sketch, and I write fiction. I Photoshop too much. I keep up with fashion, use shopping as cardio, love experimenting with makeup, and go dancing a lot. I am attached to my iPod, love and breathe music, and own too many faded concert tshirts. I dress eclectically; I have polos, suspenders, bright dresses, African print, and Converse lace-up boots in my closet. I'm a walking oxymoron. I can be chill and laid-back and go-with-the-flow and I can also be very passionate and headstrong. I'm girly but emotionally I'm a bit like a man. I'm rather blunt and oblivious and incredibly insensitive. I have a low man-voice and I use it to tell it like it is. I'm a huuuuge EPL (English Premiere League) fan and World Cup fanatic. I can't understand why America is the only country who doesn't see soccer (FOOTBALL) for the beautiful game it is. It's pretty much the only sport I keep up with. Also, I'm a huuuge Asian celebrity fangirl. Fahrenheit, in particular Jiro and Aaron, are my weak spot, though Big Bang ranks as a close second by sheer force of talent. I love Donglun slash. (I also love Reno/Cloud slash.) Often times when I'm walking around listening to my iPod I will daydream a whole music video (with me in them most of the time) in my head as a song plays. Other times I will imagine whole Taiwanese Dramas and cast all the characters. I believe my whole life thus far can be accurately summed up by The Googoo Doll's Dizzy Up the Girl album, hence the blog title. I also hope my future life (with Jiro) will be able to be summed up by Cheer Chen's discography. I eat too much, sleep erratically and usually during the day, party hard, and work my ass off. I have a short attention span and am pretty good at wasting time. Sometimes I get worried that nobody understands my strange self but most of the time I'm not concerned with working too hard at making friends because if it's meant to be, it will stick. I dream big and believe my life will follow as such. If you box your possibilities into a small space, your life will only be mediocre. God gave us dreams and the means to make them come true; use them. I love my good and fearful God. I'm excited to see where life takes me. I'm excited to be alive. :).
I'm terrible at summing myself up in these things.
the clicks.
Lovelyable @ Livejournal [ graphics, fiction, fangirling ]
belle.nisce @ Fictionpress [ original fiction ]
the shouts.
the memories: titles.
kou ke de wang zi. [ memorial day wknd ]
perfume and things [ smell splurge ]
run around in the rain with you [ to do list ]
a little bit about me.
summer craze. [ denver, shopping ]
Introspections and an addendum. [ musing ]
Miss you but I won't. [ moving out ]
the memories: months.
the livejournal / the nocturne / the fictionpress