Chocolate cake is Schmexy, hands down. I may love blueberry cheesecake more than I do my left foot, but a good, simple CC is Extravaganza Eleganza all on it's own. <3 (<3 will always be an ice cream cone for me, btw)

So tomorrow is The Unspeakable Day. 'Nuff said.

One other thing is Schmexy: a sultry telephone voice of someone you've never met. Seriously. It's like an analogue chocolate cake. Mine sounds like a 80's has-been on helium gas, but I do love a mysterious phantom voice, haha. Never mind seeing the actual person. Speculation is so much schmexier that seeing, right? What is wrong with me...

I'll be coming home in a few days! I just hope that the last 2 important school-related events/blah (Class Jackets + Research Defense) left for me to do flies to save me a dreadful headache. Now if I can just remember the immunizations I've already had...

It's has been long. Long. LONG, demmit, since I last felt the compulsion to write something down that's so accessible. But because I so desperately want to see the latest episode of Kings in the next few minutes or so, I am writing as a last ditch effort to keep mahself ah-wake.

So I'm here. Now. Here now.

Okay, I've missed displaying an online flailing [clue: bare], but everyone out who performed deserved flails all around. I'm still pretty sad that they didn't get a standing ov after their last show. I'm also pretty sad that I didn't have the guts to stand up, regardless. Well, nothing I can do now, but I sincerely hope that they were stellar.

This is so gonna be a most disjointed thing.

For the past couple of days I have been studying for the looming 200- item, half Board-type questions, half integrated questions (like, if a diabetic, hypertensive, myopic primigravid, complaining of hypogastric pain, with a cob angle of 40 degrees suddenly develops central facial paralysis, where is the lesion, haha!) Comprehensive Exam. Honestly, try as I might, my eyes just skim over Ze Transes. And because it bumps up my Internet life to way later, I'm breaking out despite the fact that we are supposed to be relatively benign these days. Ew, you didn't have to know that. So as of today- or more accurately, as of 20 minutes before the penultimate full showing of the Witch Mountain for the day- I am officially shunning all academic endeavor. All. ALL! I'd like to bum, now, please.

Just today, I stumbled upon a very depressing, beautiful, gah musical: The Last 5 Years. Now I haven't memorized the whole thing yet, but given time (aka 2 days) I'd be belting out "Shiksa Goddess" while I shampoo my hair. *sigh* That dude in Shortbus was quite right. Why do sad things tend to be so beautiful?

So by Asian standards, my scorned BMI does not fit in the "normal" range. Seriously. And when I lamented the state of my health to someone, she just said "[sic] you're not Asian, you're fat!" In an effort to be gorgeous this summer- and hopefully for the rest of my life- I jog. At night. Midnight, in fact (you cannot believe the amount of couples going at it in Baywalk at this hour). Scary? Hell, yes. So if one day I just disappear, please remember that I jog at night to avoid the scorching sun.

Class jackets in the works, woot!

Lately I've been quite sad-bordering-on-depressed. Meh. I don't know what to freakin' do about it! I don't even know what causes it. So how do I deal with it? Sure, I might have a clue, but if I turn out to be right then I'm doomed, because if I am right then I really can't do anything about it! Run on, there! So I'm just trying to be happy. So is being happy, like love, a choice, too? All that silver lining BS when all you can see are clear blue skies with hints of humidity here and there? Or. The blue skies are sort of "it." Right? But why do I feel sad! Haha, this is not turning out to be very lucid.

Last week something happened. And something fitted. That was happy. Take that, Sad Bordering On Depressed! Something actually felt right. And will continue feeling right from here on out. At least, as far as moi is concerned. But there. It's been a year since. And I've never felt so vulnerable, yet so freakin' in control. Vague, yet again.

Kings, done! Woot! I just hope I stay awake for my lonesome to be able to enjoy this.

Now I'm getting somewhere
I'm finally breaking through

PS This post is so Lara-inspired, haha. :D


The poster speaks for itself. :D

Huzzah! The Resurrection of this Blog begins with this announcement. Also, we will be selling shirts that have gotten the feedbacks of "OMG CUTE!", "AWWWWs", and the like. Pictures will be posted soon.

Nothing takes your mind away from the myriad minor stressors in life better than a close-up of who you are and what you're dealing with on a daily basis. Now concentrate the drama of your teen years in a span of two hours, and no doubt you'll be dealing with puffy eyes like what I dread come the morning after I sleep. Come to think, you don't really have to parallel the stars. You just have to have heart.

Now all of these things are so vague, but the important ones know what I'm blabbing about.

Gosh, I'm so dying for 2++ months to zoom past by me.

And along with your hair went your sense. Tsk. Tsk.

Post overflowing much? I opened a dam, dammit.

Nothing beats a bad waking-up from the best dream you've had in ages than a good ol' stroll. Which suddenly becomes a shopping spree. Ohoi.

When I want to clear my head, I walk. And because I wanted to walk at noon without the infernal sun blazin' on my nape, I decided to walk inside a mall. After a hearty lunch. So I walked.

Then bam! I spot this perfect, perfect piece that suddenly assembles into a whole outfit in my head. Perfect piece + clothes I have in my closet = Perfection. But then I have yet to get gifts for all those people and I'm broke, and fat, and I guess I have to walk away to prevent myself from burning a hole in my pocket(s).

But. Do you know those two bowling balls on a mattress? That's how it felt like. And the farther I got from it, the stronger it pulled and damn that r^2 is on the denominator of the equation. I flew towards it like I would towards my puppies- blissful abandon with a hint of trepidation lest I lose a limb in the process.

And so I completed my outfit. And another one. There goes my dinner for the next few days. And my Starbucks trips, too.

As I walked home after having spent a week's worth of allowance, I finally got to thinking- what the hell did I just do? But then, come to think of it, I deserve this. I've been through a lot, we've all been, and I think we deserve a little bit of compensation every now and then. Just to keep us afloat.

And what's more perfect than an afternoon with a full heart knowing that for the next few ___ it'l l be all good + banana cue + Coke? None, in my book.

Now I wonder if it's at all like riding a bike...

I have not yet studied a line for the impending Neuro Doom. Oh well.

When something lets you down, something else is bound to pick up the slack. And what better way to spend your days than lounging in bed with good music, good books, and good food? Home = LURVE.

It's been a long while since I last posted something significant. Well.

I have a new love- The Script. Their upbeat songs are really just the kind I love, although they sing about heartbreak a lot, which I can't really relate to BECAUSE I'M DEAD INSIDE. Haha, no. Not really. Anyway, it's nice drowning yourself in iPod + strawberry ice cream + whimsical novels.

My mom's been away for days now, doing I don't know what. But oddly, I don't really miss her miss her. Sure I miss her, but it's just like my being away while she's here at home. Except now, she's the one not here and I'm the one home. Hmph. I've been so used to my dad being away on business trips that this thing with my mom doing it instead of him kind of takes getting used to.

My huge external hard drive it's nearing it's breaking point. Shizz, all these shows that I'm watching has to go somewhere, right? And because I do watch a lot of these things, I simply cannot keep track of them. When to download them. What to download. Which ones I've already seen. Blah. It's a good thing my brother learned the trade before it went poof in my head, haha.

Discworld + Xanth = Love.

Anyway, I can't really say I'm looking forward to the new semester. Everytime I open my email, there's always this Letter of Doom awaiting to doom me. Seriously, how do I keep track of these things when I don't even have my schedule?

And my grades are U-G-L-Y. I swear, they're the ugliest grades I have ever received since I started breathing. Or maybe not. I think my Apgar scores were... Anyhoo, this med thing has me worrying. In a very shucks-I-have-ugly-grades-and-it-worries-me-but-I-can't-do-anything-about-it-now-because-I'm-too-busy-with-other-school-stuff way. Meh.

But for now, I want to squeeze up all the goodness from this vacay before Heck thaws and Doctors break loose.