Silly Rabbit....

.....Eggs are for chickens.
Happy Easter.

I want back the years that you took when I was young

This post is dedicated to remembering the past.

I'm a grown lady now, and I know that I couldn't possess half the wisdom that I currently do without the past. I have been humbled. I rarely act on impulse anymore (which is disappointing because I would do some crazy shit for kicks and giggles - all harmless, of course), and I, more times than not, think too much and speak too little.

This song by William Fitzsimmons and Priscilla Ahn has been on repeat on my iPod for weeks now.

It brings me back to a time where I was young, naive, and impressionable. I invested every part of me in a relationship that I knew wouldn't work from the beginning. In turn, I've felt my heart expand to a point where I was dizzy with happiness, and then I felt it collapse. What I wouldn't give to go back in time and take it all back. What I wouldn't give...


"I Don't Feel it Anymore" William Fitzsimmons and Priscilla Ahn

UGGs or UGH!

Since moving back into the states, I've realized people's questionable love for 'Uhhhhhggggss.'

I don't understand them, I don't desire them, and spending over 160 USD for a pair of sheep doesn't seem appetizing.

My roommates have slipped every which way on ice with them, and surfers in Australia wear them at the beach (?). They are an enigma I have no desire to explore. If you'd like to give into the social norm, I'd highly suggest purchasing a pair, but remember, Uggs = showing your butt crack to the world after you fall on capital hill (refer to image).

Demotivate Me

These next few images are the main reasons why I don't get work done.

This site is probably the best site to go on for stupid humor and demotivation.





This last image actually reminds me of this story told to me by a friend who went to Michigan State University. At MSU, like any other state school, there were house parties that were considered "ragers." However, at his school, whenever there was a rager, there was sure to be a homeless man known as "Willie the Can Man" lucking around. Wille would be jacked on some type of hard drug and ask for the beer cans so he could sell them back at the local Meijer's. As his reputation grew, students actually sent out personal invites to have him as their guest of honor. After too many ragers, Willie eventually got put back in jail. Creepy Willie. You can try but you will never be this creepy in your life.

Speaking of gingers. It's believed in many cultures that it's lucky to have a red-headed pal by your side to scare away the devil. ZING!

Hipsters

This post is dedicated to the hipsters.

Dear hipsters,
You are misunderstood by many.
Your feigned lack of enthusiasm is mistaken for asshole-ness.
Your lens-less glasses are NEVER mistaken for real glasses.
Your beard is mistaken for an animal.
Your American Apparel clothing came with pre-punctured holes.
Your knowledge on music and news is verbatim from Vice Magazine.

But I understand that you’re just worldly people who are much, MUCH better than everyone else who don’t understand you. And you don’t give one fuck. You don’t care if your hair is gelled perfectly out of place or if your jeans fit perfectly to show the shapeliness of your legs.

You're just God-sent to show the world how life should be lived: drinking PBR and smoking American Spirits while listening to underground bands that "like, probably no one's ever even heard of."

You are great people, and I know that if you cared you'd think I was great too. I know you don't because you're probably thinking, "I'd care, but like, why?"

......And that's why I love you. <3

"Hi my name is Panda"

People don't get my name. I've resorted to calling myself Panda while introducing myself. It usually gets a "nahh way, seriously, what's you're real name?" Then I say Kangda and they say "wait, panda?" Y-e-s. They proceed to giggle and say how funny it is because panda's are Asian and I'm Asian.

Ta-da, the ice is broken. Thanks mom and dad for giving me such a weird name.

The world was here last.

Today's news showed that Japan keeps on getting raped by tsunamis and earthquakes, America keeps on bombing Libya, and Rio de Janerio has a 23 year old man shooting and killing innocent children.

Everything in this world is so ugly and devastating. I talked this through with a good friend of mine, and she is convinced that the world will end and humans will be wiped out. In a biblical sense, it will be more or less like Noah and the Ark. Swoop, slooosh, drown all the sins and hate and hurt and unhappiness-

If the world ended tomorrow, I would perish knowing that I have had a very fulfilling life. I have loved, I have hurt, I have given back, I have traveled, I have had a family, I have read great works of literature and heard great pieces of music, I have essentially experienced exactly what a 21 year old should have experienced- but there will be a list of tasks that I wouldn't have accomplished. So- if the world is set to end in 2012, it gives me roughly 9 months to cross off things from my bucket list.

The following is an excerpt from my bucket list:

1.) Learn how to drive a car,
2.) Run a marathon,
3.) Try out for American Idol,
4.) Live in Portland, Oregon (this is brought on with my current favorite show, Portlandia),
5.) Work at a homeless shelter,
6.) Learn to play the guitar,
7.) Write an original song,
8.) Knit a sweater vest,
9.) Own a dog,
10.) Tie-dye a shirt,
11.) Go camping in Europe,
12.) Cliff dive,
13.) Jump out of a plane,
14.) Pick my own bouquet of flowers from the wild,
15.) Grow a plant from a seed,
16.) Pet a panda,
17.) Go ape shit on a copier-Office Space style (refer to image),

18.) Build a huge sand castle with a moat,
19.) Make 1000 origami swans,
20.) Be in a wedding.

Oh Rainy Day!

"Ouch!" cried the worm, "you stepped on me and now all my guts have gone out of me! Please don't step on my----"

The human shlumped down the concrete pathway soaked to the core with rain water.

The worm stopped mid sentence as she saw her baby worms get tramped by fucking rain boots. "I can't believe you stepped on my babies, you jerk!"

There was a huge puddle ahead, and the human loved puddles because there was something liberating about displacing a significant amount of water with a waterproof boot.

The worm sighed. "Guess I'll just lay here as you splash me with dirty ass rain water."

And the most tremendous splash happened and all the worms with their guts went back into the soil.

the end.

Sup Dawg?!

People are crazy.
Technology show cases how crazy people can really be.

For example: Texting.
There are several sites such as textsfromlastnight or damnyouautocorrect.
The latest addition to this is: www.crazythingsparentstext.com - here are some of the more hilarious ones: