#18.

leaving for the motherland tomorrow. excitement awaits in the form of good food, explorations, and phototaking. must remember to buy 120mm film for diana whenever i get the chance! this vacation is going to be different; usually a trip to china consists of nonstop eating and senseless spending. this year, i will observe and preserve the beauty of the motherland in my own way. i will explore more, see more, and stop being so shallow.

(an attempt to rid me of my materialism, a rather fearsome task.)

must wash hair tonight! the thing i hate most in the entire world is sitting on a 13 hour plane ride and dreaming of an inaccessible hot shower. i dislike plane rides in general, there is just something about that smell that makes my stummy flip and flop in the most unfortunate ways.

#17.

i feel like a hermit. it seems as though a plane ride always sucks my vitality out of me like some sort of super-vacuum. i come home and then i am comatose for days. by comatose, i mean by sleeping at ungodly hours and marathoning shows.

april says that i should write blogs on account of the fact that everything that i say should be a one-liner on a sit-com. i don't think that i am that ridiculous nor do i think i harbour enough wit to feed a sit-com. although writing everyday seems like a good goal.

childhood (post-adolescent) dream: i want to work as a part of the FBI's BAU and be really badass and catch serial kilers.

they make it sound so enticing on tv.

#16.

everybody seems to be looking for that someone, "someone". feelings make things complicated. why, why can't we all just be happy and realize our own happiness in ourselves?

(but secretly, i'm scared of being alone too.)

packing up my life in brown cardboard boxes, rescued from the depths of my concrete basement. wiping off the dust gathered over the spaces containing residues of me for the last eight months. listening to athlete on loop, pretending like i have good taste in music when all i really want to do is blast justin bieber from the top of my lungs.

i don't want to leave. because everywhere i look, i see ghosts of me and i think it's kind of romantic. the march me was sitting on that moldy old green couch and twisting my hands anxiously while watching patrick chan skate for the 2010 winter olympics.

it drains me.

hello, bubble bath and bieber break.

#15.

i should like to wear a dress
everyday.
have sparkles, glitter, and confetti
paint my nails.
drink cold mint tea,
and feel the summer breeze
while wearing a floppy straw hat.

#14.

I am posting a real entry for once--one that consists of full sentences, correct grammar (I hope), and capitals. As I am sitting here in my room tailored to fit the needs of 5'1 shorty, minutes are passing rapidly and I have 9:30 class tomorrow.

Why do I always do this to myself?

Truth: Tomorrow I shall wake up in a zombielike state and look for healthy brains to eat for breakfast.

Truth: There is a linear relationship with age and caffeine dependency.

Actually, the latter is not so much of a truth but rather, a fact.

I got twitter today. I feel dirty. But how else am I supposed to stalk people whom I shall never meet in this lifetime? I am comforted by reminding myself that even Noble Prize winners like Paulo Coehlo have it and use it to follow Ricky Martin.

Forgive me, I'm trying to find a voice here. Maybe I should stick to half-written sentences held together by awkward punctuation and indents.

#13.

i just want to love
one day
passionately
with all my Heart.

because tragedy is only fleeting;
i've dealt with worse Heartaches.
your presence is inscripted
in the walls of my left and right ventricles

when are you free?

#12.

whenever break begins
i have a need
to stay in a comatose state
and eat rice pudding&expensive yogurt.

i opened my books today.