home of the enslaved and cowardly

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.