home of the enslaved and cowardly

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Shame on you. Fool me twice - you know how it goes. Of course, someone pointed out that Mother already gave me this piece of advice two years ago, and I am only finding the truth in her words now. But I think that some loneliness would do me some good - build up the ol' "Me, Myself, and I" trust and comfort. But, I have been occupied by my thoughts lately anyways. A lot of apathy going on lately. A lot of it. So much. Impossibly so. But the most important thing is, I feel no sense of urgency - almost in a separate reality, really. In fact, every day gives me a feeling that I have traveled back in time about 7-8 months. Springtime always felt the slowest-moving and loneliest anyways. Recent developments include Benedict Cumberbatch (because hot damn, son. How can looking at someone's smile make me so giddy ), non-beth friend roommate events, and everyone plans on picking up and heading out soon. Puppy has to get used to being lonely soon. Soon (but I have no sense ...

Halloween candy. Costume ideas. Movie watch list. TV specials. $1 themed socks at Target. Cute pumpkin guardian at the mochi stand. Must be October. Other non-Halloween developments are equally terrifying. I need to draw up some brain charts.

Listening to Clair de Lune  ad nauseum while working. Weighing my options for this weekend: volunteering then going to a murder mystery theater piece or volunteering then studying. Or volunteering then vegetating. The weather has been so uplifting I may soon become of a fluffy poof of a girl and float away to endless blue. Or I might continue dragging my feet along everywhere (continuing to pretend that I have no destination). Big surprise there. I would like some socks. To go with the new shoes that I have bought and wish to buy. Note to self: future. You know what you have to do, you drudgy lump. Childhood home status: Disgusting, moldy, outdated mess. Will be patched up before being leased out again for another 3-5 years. Need to clean up the current home this winter to feel slightly satisfied. To do list, more like despairing stomach pit.

I don't want to move or accomplish anything right now. I just want everyone to walk past me without a second glance as I sit in peace. And stillness.

yeah, yeah I know - hiatus for drawing challenge (no time, no tablet) just to needed to explode in anger right now. I don't think this happens to me very often, but I am shaking with fury - my shoulders are starting to hurt from being so tense, I just want to scream and grab someone by the throat. out of nowhere, I can't stop my hands from trembling, I don't know where this rage came from but I just feel extremely violent and in need of teaching someone a lesson that involves me shoving my foot so far down their throat, they will be shitting my shoe. what the fuck is going on. I was fine earlier today (barely 20 minutes ago), but now I don't want anyone to talk to me, look at me, or touch anything. I want to throw something or someone. Fucking hell, I might accidentally throttle my friends when I see them soon because I don't want to fucking see anyone right now. AND IT'S NOT THE FUCKING STRESS. SO DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE STRESS. I JUST TRIED TO...

My darling Bonbon the Chihuahua. Who is more bark than bite. Who hates small children. Who is my favorite 跟屁虫. Who is a small dog in the land of giants. Who does not  shiver or have weird body proportions because she has more dignity than your average Chihuahua. Love of my life.

Because I might have a death wish. Dunno I have the confidence to blob this since I am followed by a hardcore bronie artist... Welp I'm a little mermaid because I currently find myself in an ocean of responsibilities.

so now I suffer a delayed heartbreak. Also, because I am queen of the overreactionxsensitivity. Yee boi Point is, I was rewatching the  cartoon show of my childhood (stayed up late nights during holidays to watch as many DVDs full of crappily animated goodness as possible before the Mother would groggily stomp in and shoo me to bed). So the male protagonist  (future Tang Taizong)  falls in love at first sight with the future Zhangsun Empress because she's beautiful, but she's also scholarly, virtuous, honorable - THE WOMAN OF ALL WOMEN. Which is all well and good until he goes off to war, and she's left being captured by dirty young princes and creeps who all want a piece of dat. Meanwhile, our dear protagonist gets ambushed and trapped on a secluded island with the hawtmama!Turkish girl/assassin/Khan's niece/future wife of future Khan. And  of course they fall in love and call each other intimate nicknames and have the time of their young lives on the "islan...

I dreamt that I was at the office, only to realize upon awakening that I still needed to get up and go to the office. I tell everyone this, and now I will tell you this - it's no wonder that grown-ups look forward to jeans on Fridays and coffee in the mornings. I have also had dreams about a fellow from the past and a stranger(?) who didn't really seem my type. What in the world is going on here. Normally, I am in the good girl  habit of calling Mother every night, except on weekends when I sleep at odd hours and don't want to wake her up by the time she's already asleep and when I am in a slump. I don't want to share any feelings about how I feel like if they might lead to disappointing or worrying her, but mothers always know such things instinctively - or perhaps intuitively. I would like to wish for a thousand  冰棍 . Please and thank you.

that would become my home. Tuck away my love and family there in our comfortable niche. Fill it with warmth and cinnamon in the winter and watermelon and popsicles in the summer. Patch it up after hurricane season. Fortify it with DIY landscaping projects that are 20% interweb suggestions, 15% arguing, 65% side-splitting laughter. Build things that I had always yearned for as a child with my own two hands to present to my own children. Picnics and space adventures and cartwheels in the yard. Grilled cheese and spicy rice cakes and chocolate coins (but only if you've been very good , my dear) in the kitchen. Stars tacked onto the ceilings for little ones to count until they nod off into the sleepy land of wonder. Pastel colored walls that fill the spaces between photographs and paintings and certificates and more photographs.Bookshelves pressed up against each other, comfortable and inviting. Where everything from my past - kids guarding the kumquat tree with water guns and garden h...

Today I tried talking to a squirrel. I think I might have provoked him because he started chasing after me with a very curious expression. I ran down the hill to my office after my slight adventure. Should I bring him something to eat tomorrow? I skipped class today because I have too much greed. But, I am also weak - so, I didn't call Mother tonight. This girl's life really revolves around food right now, but at any given moment, I feel that I may burst. My heart feels bruised lately from all the angsty, beautiful cliffhangers and plot twists that I drown myself in. I would like to make a silent oath, but I don't want to tell you lest I jinx it. Three cheers for the Ace! And a small prayer for yours truly.

Feeling left behind, so I bought myself some ice cream. Also bought myself this little baby last weekend because I have reached a point in my life where I am comfortable with buying myself things. Spontaneously. Because I want them. No  Minimal guilt involved. And I have always wanted a glass teapot because tea is beautiful and nice. The oolong I also bought from that place (2 oz.) cost me a pretty penny (almost as much as the teapot). But I am a sucker for 铁观音 because that's what Mother would set out for us in the rosy, guilt teapot (the one with the matching cup that it could be stacked on top of. May that cup rest in peace, since Teen Bro let it rest in pieces)on winter mornings before school. I just need to have an appropriate home for my new teapot in my future apartment - counter? cabinet? sideboard? Also with the birthday fast approaching, I don't know what I want to do for my birthday...go to the zoo? beach day? pinata? water ballons? Most of my birthday celebrat...

The true mark of summer - watermelon and cicadas. (Mosquitoes too - but like crazy family members, do not speak of such things). Napping and watching Shinrei Tantei Yakumo avec Bonbon because I like to live in my own fantasy where I don't have anything on my to-do list. No sudden urges of productivity. (Maybe some character studies on el blog-o seeing as all the terrible, potato-quality pictures from my phone are finally on the comp. We'll see.) That's how we roll.     

Given my own two feet, I should choose where I go. Given my own mind, I should choose to be happy. Chilly weather, so tonight will be a kimchiguk night~ I dunno if I should share pictures because of a). how crappy my phone camera is and b). how cheesy it seems. As of late, however, I have been taking a lot of pictures (mostly food but also my work space, closet, room, Roomie, etc.) just to document everything. I love going through old photo albums and trying to remember the feel of my favorite sweater from ten years ago or how much I loved my Barbie Dream Cruise Boat before Teen Brother peed into it(as a child, or course. If he peed in that thing now, I would have to destroy him). I prefer seeing a series of photos together instead of seeing individual photos - too much scrutiny to one picture ruins the memory savoring. Perhaps I will throw together a collage at the end of the month for kicks and giggles (oh my, I hated  hate that woman, but I use her catchphrases? Repulsed by m...

Or something to that effect.

I let it happen again.

Note to Coach: it's about to get TL;DR in here. So it's totally okay for you to skip out on this one.

Well, obviously not that much since you are reading this (and Roomie knows everything. That woman is good). I have always had this secret bucket list project. It requires some courage and confident!me. But because of some scary good timing with Roomie's current interests, I might realize this idea... I think that it's the right timing because I can get proper help/assistance from Roomie, and it could be a gift for myself (20th birthday this summer). Not to mention, my love for my body is at all time high right now, which is something that I wanted to achieve by the time I turned twenty (okay, so I actually wanted to super-mega-ultra-foxy-ridiculously hot. But as I've gotten older, I have realized exactly how unrealistic that was). I don't know - I am very prone to making spur-of-the-moment (read: semi-regrettable later on) decisions when I feel like I am seeing "signs" that are "meant to be." IDEK, MANG. Should I do it??? ??????????????? ...

Had a fairly exhausting day, that should have ended on a very good note (brainstorming on group cosplays is really dorky, but mostly funtastic).  Then I let feelings of jealousy, fear, uncertainty, inferiority, l'esprit d'escalier consume me.  (So I didn't learn about l'esprit d'escalier  in French class or off the Interwebz - I read it in a book that Teen Bro had bought back in middle school about this teenager who lives through some sort of a government coup and bones some girl who likes spicy food so much that she sprays her food with mace. What the hell did we let him read?) Why can I never let things go? I would say that it's a character flaw, but I am currently of a weird mindset of where everything is meant to be a certain way (so there is really no such thing as flaws ). I have trouble dealing with my personality these days. But if you ask me about my body, (depending on how comfortable I am with you) I would tell you how deeply in love with m...

WE'RE AT DAY THIRTY! Hooray! Accomplishment accomplished! Sadface for accomplishment accomplished. Right now, I am in a: just-found-that-I-might-maybe-possibly-probably-co-author-a-paper (the nice science-y kind) Lizzie Bennet: Episode 98 (I almost burst into tears whilst at lab) Louis Armstrong + Nat King Cole + Corinne Bailey Rae + India Arie Coloring materials from Tuesday My Neighbors the Yamadas The Usual Suspects pre-Physics exam jitters induced limbo state. Those are things that tickle my fancy. (Well, not the Physics studying part. Although, I am clearly not studying right now.) Roomie is not having any of my talkative/trying to not study activities. I JUST WANNA SEE CHILDHOOD FRIEND AND COLOR. I DON'T WANT TO GO TO LAB TOMORROW. Tickletickle. P.S. If you wanna see someone who fancies your tickle, try lightly brushing Mr. Jim's ribs. Or watch him forcing himself to resist his natural response of feeling ticklish by grabbing people's h...

Like in a ridiculous, gut-busting, wheezy, tear-inducing fit of giggles. Keeping it classy.

Woke up this morning at 7. Taken aback by how dark it was. My reactions, in order, were: 1). Is it raining? (No, it was a beautiful, if a bit dark, morning.) 2). Is my alarm clock set to the correct time? (Yes, the alarm on my phone also went off.) 3). Is this a massive and cruel prank? (No, microwave, oven, and wall clocks were also telling me that it was time to get up.) The correct answer: the sun did not come up until 7:34. Daylight savings is messing me up, man. Anywho. This topic is putting more pressure on me than I had originally imagined. My favorite food? What I most recently ate? What I want to eat? Chinese food? Food truck food? Beautiful gourmet food? For lunch, I had a pan-fried bun (which makes me dream of Chinese food stalls lining the street here). No one told me that 豆腐乳 can be used as anything other than a delicious spread. By pure genius, I created the most amazing dish for dinner. Sweet, Savory Pork ft. Carrots & Bell Peppers BUT WHAT ...

How curious, I was just thinking about whether or not I am capable of writing a love poem to my body. Perhaps another post. (But, I suspect it would be in the very near future because I have just realized how utterly infatuated with my body I am.) In the meantime, enjoy this one. Mother Goose This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tosse...

Welp. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME, COACH. I NEEDED THAT. But really, every time I go home for the holiday breaks - time stops, I sleep the days away, eat the nights away. I just can't be bothered to even crack open my laptop... SORRY. SORRY THAT I AM SUCH A BUM. I WILL RETURN TO DAILY POSTS FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE CHALLENGE. I did rediscover some stuff that I wrote back in high school. Wow - what was I even trying to say back then. To be disclosed on another date... So, a place, huh? Home. That is where my heart is, for sure. The air is always clean and sweet. The bright grass tickling the bottoms of my bare feet. Everyone's tucked into bed by 10 o'clock. Currently, my mother's house is not where I feel the definition of "home" though. My childhood home is rented out to a humongous Indian family. But all them memories. ALL OF THEM. The high ceilings, the kumquat tree in the backyard (my brother and I would guard the ripening fruits from pesky birds during...

My perfect darlings

I dunno. Oooh -- get to go home in two days. ALL THE GLORIOUS ACTIVITIES I CAN DO AT HOME includes, but is not limited to: -lounging around in pajamas all the days -eating the entire pantry. Shelving, tiles, spare nails and batteries. Everything. Leaving nothing behind. -playing with Bonbon. Also my bros. -watching tv all day long. But why stop there? How about all night long too? How about until I drop dead from fatigue? Yesssss. - watching movies all day long. See above. -perhaps finally finishing The Wind Up Bird Chronicles -going on a bbq outing with Da Group -making pizza, bbq, cake, everything, anything. -feeding my family. All the time. -embarrassing (hopefully) teen brother and his maybe?girlfriend. Still have not met the gal in person. Is it because I bite? THERESNOPLACELIKEHOMETHERESNOPLACELIKEHOMETHERESNOPLACELIKEHOME shit. Still here. P.S. Reading old posts is not as painful as I imagined. But I enjoy laughing at painful memories. I dunno if it's a sor...

Tried to pick a video in the traditional Youtube sense: not an uploaded episode of a tv show, music video, or song. So, here's one that I found recently to be not bad. Not bad at all. Apparently a lot of people have made live-action Recess  opening scene videos. BONUS: (excuse the potato-like quality)

iwastesomuchtime.com But I've been there so often, it doesn't really cause me to waste time anymore because I'm all caught up.

I have very few recipes that I know by heart, and I don't know that I want to share those. I keep every one recorded and stashed in my Mother-Daughter Recipe that my mother bought for me as a Christmas gift. She didn't realize that it's a blank recipe notebook that you fill with your recipes before passing them down to your daughter. Oops. Here's one that I enjoy though. White Wine Cake 1 box Duncan Hines yellow cake mix 1 (3 oz.) box Jell-O French vanilla instant pudding mix 3/4 c. oil 3/4 c. water 4 eggs 1/4 c. brown sugar 2 tsp. cinnamon 1/2 c. Chardonnay wine 1/2 c. chopped nuts Preheat oven to 350F. Combine all ingredients, except nuts, and mix  together. Spray Bundt pan and sprinkle nuts on bottom. Pour batter over nuts. Bake 1 hour.  Cool 15 minutes and turn out of pan.  Makes the entire kitchen smell delicious in an instant. 

Please leave your judgment at the door with your shoes. Thank you. Drawing little adorable people. Well - they are adorable to me, at least. Crinkly bit of eyecandy/sore (depends on who you are) that lives on the fridge.

UM. I dunno. Dancing? Playing flute? Yeah, let's just go with dance. 12 years of classes. Always in the back because of height, general lack of talent - BUT YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T TRY. Because I worked my ass off that summer, and I won grand prize. Edit: apparently you are not allowed to see those videos....Welp, I'm keeping them here so that at least I can see them...Have a picture from the contest instead. Baby face with braces and the blush of youth Jeezus. What a fat, ugly duckling. Can this even be considered my talent.  Anyways, these are all before I drastically changed (stopped being heavily overshadowed by others and my own worries). YOU KNOW ME. ALL MEMORIES ARE VALUABLE MEMORIES. EVEN THE NOT SO GREAT ONES.

Bone-achingly tired right now. Went to a poetry slam performance night event. Reminded me of how much I love good spoken word. (Also, there are some majorly beautiful and talented folks here. Gawd.) Here's one of my favorites. She and Phil are adorbubble. Cheers.

Bernini's The Rape of Proserpina P.S. Are my eyebrows slowly transforming my face into that of Coco Chandelier?

Pretty high up there among songs-that-I-can-cry-to-quite-woefully. 汪峰 - 像个孩子 (Wang Feng - Like a Child) 当我站在大桥上面   静静凝视这个城市 没有人能知道我有多想哭 那些纵横交错的路   就像我一样寂寞无助 抱紧我抱紧我   直到我有一种温暖的感觉 我真的需要你来爱护我   像个孩子 当我站在大桥下面   默默注视这个城市 没有人能知道我有多孤独 那些沉默伫立的楼   就像这生命去无方向 抱紧我抱紧我   直到我有一种温暖的感觉 我真的需要你来理解我   像个孩子一样 抱紧我抱紧我   直到我有一种温暖的感觉 我真的需要你来爱护我   像个孩子 抱紧我抱紧我   直到我有一种幸福的感觉 我真的需要你来理解我   像个孩子一样 像个孩子一样 When I stood on the highway bridge, silently watching this city No one can know how much I want to cry Those mismatched crossing roads are lonely and helpless just like me  Hold me hold me until I have that warm feeling I really need you to love me like a child When I stood silently watching the city under the bridge No one can know how lonely I feel Those silent skyscrapers without a sense of direction just like this life Hold me hold me untill I have that warm feeling I really need you to care for me like a child ...

OH NO. DON'T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF BUT I HAVE SO MANY CANDIDATES FOR THIS ONE. Okay, so if you asked 13-year-old!me this, the answer would be supremely different from what current!me would tell you right now. So the tegomassuki stuff - so adorable. Instant sugarpuffcandylandsweetiepiehoneybunny-inducing. Only picking one from HP - grednforge's Alexander Malfoy is beautiful (if you are of a certain maturity, that is). Not really a PoT fellow, but The Sound of Music  deserves an honorable mention. I ALMOST FORGOT: RIICHE IS BRILLIANT: all of the topbom feelings have to be developed by her. MY LOVELY J OF AUSTRALIA: although it's fanfiction, she's created her own characters that seem even more real than the folks they're based off of. So lovely and perfect, darling. Moral of the story: When will I grow out of this, probably never. I will squeal at character developments, plot twists, cliff hangers, and happy endings for many years to come.

Piece of cake. Hilarious from cover to cover - including the covers. Reread it so many times - each more hilarious than the last (the list of her physical attributes always make me bust out laughing so hard that my gut hurts, eyes wter, and lungs burn). She should write another one about her daughters and 30 Rock ... can you do that with autobiographies? Does it really matter though? I would read it if she wrote in crayons and tears on sandpaper.

Hmm, well I already wrote about The Mozart Season , so what shall talk about today? Hmm. I was a Harry Potter  baby who bought every copy (except 1 & 2, maybe 3?) the day it came out, read the entire book in one sitting, and have only read the last book once. To keep my fragile heart intact. Obviously. AHA! I know - And Then There Were None by Dame Agatha Christie. Brilliant. Plot of the century and then some. Classic mystery, but if you plan on reading it - DO NOT LET ANYONE SPOIL IT FOR YOU. DO NOT WATCH ANY ADAPTATION. DO NOT READ THE LAST FIVE PAGES. JUST BE PATIENT AND SIT THE WHOLE THING THROUGH. It'll be worth it.

Currently, what tickles my fancy the most is watching Hercule Poirot, my favorite little Belgian. The sets are amazing, and I am utterly convinced that living in those times minus the racism and bigoted old fools and inequality  would have been quite fun if I was a young, well to do white person . At least the costumes and everything are perfect. David Suchet is also perfect. It's hard to imagine Hugh Fraser being old now, because I am so convinced that Poirot has not aged at all. Miss Lemon has always looked weirdly old. It's bizarre. When I first saw the episodes, I was convinced that the show was really filmed in that era. Even though they clearly did not have color television in that time. All of this made it hard to really wrap my head around, but if you ever need to satisfy the curiosity of what England looked like in the 30s - let my homeboy hook you up.

(not related to 30 day challenge)

If by recently, you mean last summer. Little bro made the mask at school. I simply supplied the rest of the hippo. He told me to take a picture to send to apparently my only friend. That would be you, Jazz Run. It's just scary.

I was adorable. And in all-denim. Cannot even stand it. Have a look for yourself. WHO IS THIS SWEET, BEAUTIFUL CHILD. I AM. WAS. It's not bragging if my looks have only gone downhill from then.

Because I love backyards. And mini Teen Bro.

This is the best that I could do. It's a nice picture (because you cannot make out my face or body), but it brings me a little regret as my friends often hear me whine about . So you went to prom single - NBD . What is a little bit of a BD is that I regret not having the confidence that I have now, back then. Of course, a lot of my self-esteem and such comes from experience and time, but I really wished that I believed in myself a little bit more back then. Because by the time prom came around, I realized that I had made a very small, tight-knit group of gal pals (WHOM I ADORE WITHOUT A DOUBT), but I had also pushed myself into a corner where I was completely unaccepting of new and strange things and people . I regret going to prom solo because I felt like my hypothetical date and I would have had a wonderful time (because I am hilariousandlovetodanceandetc. Someone is a little uncomfortable with bragging). I'm sure highschool!me and current!me have vastly differing ...

COME ON. JUST GO BACK ONE POST AND YOU SHALL SEE. But I felt like I was too starstruck and shocked and in awe to do or or or say anything cool or memorable. EVERY TIME. AND BY EVERY TIME I MEAN WITH DANNY PUDI AND THE WONDERGIRLS. Can I just die now. Also, when did Russell Howard get so buff and golden? **EDIT: ALABAMA SHAKES WERE ON SNL. THAT MAKES ME HAPPY. ALSO THE MOST RECENT EPISODE OF ELEMENTARY MAKES ME HAPPY. AND I WANT TO WATCH FIONNA&CAKE**

TODAY WILL FOREVER MORE BE KNOWN AS FEBRUARY 16, 2013 - THE DAY I MET ABED NADIR. WELL DANNY PUDI. BUT STILL. WHY SO PERFECT IN REAL LIFE. NOTHING'S REALLY SINKING IN RIGHT NOW. LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS LATER.

Starring sweet potato pancakes with sidekicks strawberry cream cheese and jelly  Because I haven't had a pancake morning in a while, I set forth to treat myself before seeing copious amounts of super duper fit people at the marathon I'm volunteering at today. Woke up in a better mood than the one I went to bed in. But not as delighted as my last pancake morning. So this pretty much tickles my fancy. Also, as soon as I saw the list of topics, I already knew what I needed to mention on 'tickles your fancy' day.  The Jackson 5 crooning "tickletickle, tickletickle" (1:00ish) Using this version because I love the font of the lyrics  because young Michael Jackson wishes you a merry Christmas in the beginning. Have some adorababy. (Just saw the comments - I'm already a terrible person, so I don't mind admitting that I actually laughed. Whoops.) Off to worry about interacting with strange fit people today. (Next episode: how I tr...

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. Theodor Seuss Geisel, Dr. Seuss Something about it is just so comforting. I have only had a few nights when I was so excited about something or someone that I couldn't sleep. It's a combination of exhilaration, glee, and squirmy goodness - an utterly delightful feeling. This quote just sticks with me, perhaps it's something that I want to achieve. Maybe it's just what I think a perfect feeling would be. What I do know is that I am not feeling any particular joyful feelings that are preventing slumber right now. (I think that it's group withdrawal) If I am not fatigued, I usually go to sleep to escape (read: senior year of high school). Sometimes, if I have watched loads of comedy late at night, I fall asleep only when my eyelids are too heavy to keep up and a smile is still spread over my face. So the vomit story,

This one is a no-brainer. Beat up, because it's aged 11 years gracefully. You can ask Jennifer of the Harvard. Every year for standardized testing, I would bring in the same book that I've had since third grade (I wrote my name and the date I got it inside the book. With a flower sticker. How adorable am I?) - Mozart Season . Mother had spontaneously bought it at a book sale in the Chinese Civic Center because it looked like it was about music . The best gift possible to a 8 year old me. I have read Virginia Euwer Wolff's lovely novel over and over and over. And it's beautiful every time. The plot, Allegra Shapiro, her history, her family, the different people with different conflicts, her cat, her violin, her orchestra, her violin teacher - MY GOODNESS. In the future, I will definite introduce it this book to my children. The parts about Leah made me cry bittersweet tears essentially every time I've read it. For a young adult's novel, this book is w...

This is not fair. Not to me, that is. To my shows. Don't you think that if I enjoy Steve Carell kid-friendly movies to an extreme, I would also enjoy tv shows of the worst kind? In no particular order: SNL Simpsons Community Elementary (I enjoy BBC Sherlock too, but this is a list of the shows I currently keep up with. And I treat each Sherlock remake separately.) Castle (have not caught up, and feeling pretty lazy about it) Phineas and Ferb Agatha Christie's Poirot (David Suchet is the adorable-est) 康熙来了 Mock the Week QI **EDIT** PRIDE. OH MY GAWDNESS. HOW COULD I FORGET THIS PERFECT DORAMA. KIMURA TAKUYA. TAKEUCHI YOKO. QUEEN SONGS. JAPAN IN THE WINTER. SO SWEET AND SHORT AND BEAUTIFUL AND BRINGS OUT THE HOPEFUL ROMANTIC IN ANYONE. What does this list say about me? Humor and mystery oriented? Watch too much television? Or do I just have superb taste? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...

No shame. [Eating copious amounts of delicious leftovers and watching a terribly awesome, old Disney movie Sky High . Oh come on, Steven Strait in a cliched bad boy get-up is delicious to observe. HE LIT A CANDLE WITH A SNAP OF HIS FINGERS IN A CHINESE RESTAURANT WHERE HE WORKS IN A TANK TOP AND SPEAKS CHINESE AND READS HER A FORTUNE FROM A FORTUNE COOKIE. Slap some butter on me and call me toast. And Danielle Panabaker in pigtails is adorable. Have you seen Jim Rash as an evil jester sidekick? Also, the fat kid reminds me of the fat bully from old school Power Rangers.] Anyways, favorite movie:  Get Smart [Also, no shame] Wonderful Anne Hathaway, ridiculously nimble and limber (also hilarious) Steve Carell,  The Rock (who has apparently gone back to wrasslin),  little dorks Masi Oka and Nate Torrence, and some atrocious (read: AWESOME) jokes/body gags make for my favorite movie.  I mean come on  - there's a horny old Russian lady and ...

Can't really say that I have one  favorite song. I usually go through periods of listening to the same songs on repeat, rediscovering old songs, listening to them on repeat. Ad infinitum . This entire process is closely tied to my mood for those days or weeks [See: the impact of 2NE1 on my life]. Perhaps, instead of my favorite song OF ALL TIME , I shall just mention my favorite among what I have been listening to as of late. 寻找玛依拉 / Searching for Mayila The singer 西域刀郎 is looking for the girl that he had met a few years before, who mysteriously left him after inspiring him with tales of other 刀郎 (plural). In a Western Chinese (think almost-Central-Asia) style, 寻找玛依拉 reminds me of open plains and hazy dusks (and dance rehearsals by myself that one summer). I've been attached to this song since I first heard it in my middle school years, and every time I listen to it, I am rendered somber and Staggeringly Soulful ( Mozart Season ). In high school, I had the album i...