I'm flattered that I'm getting over 50 views per day, but I'm more flattered that my readers are all over the world (!!). But honestly, these thoughts that I throw out into cyber world are boring and pointless (unless you have a huge crush on me and you want to pick apart my brain by reading what I have to think and write about.)
There's nothing going on anymore. I have a strict schedule of classes, running, homework-ing, and occasional drinking. But for classic entertainment, I turn to web surfing. I found GROUCHY RABBIT! It is currently my "FAVE" website and introduced to me by my lovely roommate. It's hilarious if you're into my type of humor (mainly dry and cynical).
Speaking of humor. I don't seem to share the same type of humor with the world. The first Hangover sucked for me, and I'm convinced that The Hangover 2 will suck doubly as hard. (And not in a good way).
I mean, honestly....three middle aged men getting plastered and not remembering the night... AGAIN?? Wouldn't they have learned from their mistakes the first time in Vegas when they almost killed their best friend? I'd be nervous if my dad watched these movies because he'd start having crazy ideas on how to combat mid-life crisis and possibly run off marrying a stripper with a baby. Or worse, stealing a tiger from Mike Tyson. BARF
Here's the trailer if you haven't seen it for the trillionth time. Keep away wolfpackers, I'm not interested. I'll be watching Kungfu Panda instead.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Summertime and the living is easy...
We are who we are because of the people that we meet to make us that way.
It's summer time again. That means that it's finally time to break out of my norm and meet some new people. This will be the first time in 6 years that I haven't traveled for the entire summer . This will be the first time in 6 years that I didn't have to live out of a suitcase. It was a personal choice to stay put, but I'm still shocked that I haven't stepped foot on a plane yet. 6 years.
I met so many characters in the years of traveling. Yesterday, I went to my local college bar. The guys wore cut off frat pinnies and the girls wore their cutest, tightest, leggiest summer dresses. Sadly, these are far from the characters I speak of.
Three summers ago, I met a grandmother in the streets of Shanghai, China. It was around 8 pm at night in front of the line 8 metro station, and she was dancing with her elderly friends to traditional Chinese music. I was with my friend at that time and he tried to dance with her. She giggled then declined and took my hands instead. As I fumbled and jolted, her 80+ year old limbs moved perfectly - she was the perfect type of teacher to let me explore my roots. Then she smiled (maybe laughed at me for dancing so awfully), and her toothless grin gave me a realization that I would never be in another situation like this again; And no matter how hard I've try, I haven't been given the chance to go back.
Six summers ago, I spent my first summer traveling back from China to America. On the flight back, I met such an inspiring man in his late 20's. He started his own company and owned 4 different houses around the world. He said that traveling and living your life is the best way to be happy. He told me that because he did what he loved, he was successful. His father forced him into getting a degree he wasn't happy with, but with that degree and that education, he was able to continue to be the successful man he always dreamed of being. On the plane in spotlight of our reading lamps, however many miles above the earth's surface, I was grateful for his company and thought: if the plane came crashing down, I wouldn't mind letting him be the last person I talked to.
So this summer. I will thrive in this bubble known as university. I will make a conscious effort to find people who look strange and get to know them because I know they will have such a better story to tell than the majority of the people here.
It's summer time again. That means that it's finally time to break out of my norm and meet some new people. This will be the first time in 6 years that I haven't traveled for the entire summer . This will be the first time in 6 years that I didn't have to live out of a suitcase. It was a personal choice to stay put, but I'm still shocked that I haven't stepped foot on a plane yet. 6 years.
I met so many characters in the years of traveling. Yesterday, I went to my local college bar. The guys wore cut off frat pinnies and the girls wore their cutest, tightest, leggiest summer dresses. Sadly, these are far from the characters I speak of.
Three summers ago, I met a grandmother in the streets of Shanghai, China. It was around 8 pm at night in front of the line 8 metro station, and she was dancing with her elderly friends to traditional Chinese music. I was with my friend at that time and he tried to dance with her. She giggled then declined and took my hands instead. As I fumbled and jolted, her 80+ year old limbs moved perfectly - she was the perfect type of teacher to let me explore my roots. Then she smiled (maybe laughed at me for dancing so awfully), and her toothless grin gave me a realization that I would never be in another situation like this again; And no matter how hard I've try, I haven't been given the chance to go back.
Six summers ago, I spent my first summer traveling back from China to America. On the flight back, I met such an inspiring man in his late 20's. He started his own company and owned 4 different houses around the world. He said that traveling and living your life is the best way to be happy. He told me that because he did what he loved, he was successful. His father forced him into getting a degree he wasn't happy with, but with that degree and that education, he was able to continue to be the successful man he always dreamed of being. On the plane in spotlight of our reading lamps, however many miles above the earth's surface, I was grateful for his company and thought: if the plane came crashing down, I wouldn't mind letting him be the last person I talked to.
So this summer. I will thrive in this bubble known as university. I will make a conscious effort to find people who look strange and get to know them because I know they will have such a better story to tell than the majority of the people here.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Happy Finals Week
This is usually the time of year where I put smiley faces :-) for answers to the questions I don't know.
But these kids were much, MUCH more creative than I will ever be. Happy Final's Week.
The week after this coming week will be a post about all the alcoholic beverages that can be consumed by an Asian girl without causing death.
Enjoy:
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