home of the enslaved and cowardly

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...