the difference.

Well, i hate to say it, but mistakes happen, and one of the biggest i have made thus far into the year is the fact that I chose to go to a suny school. its hard being away from home, and relying on myself, and trying to do homework and sleep at a decent time without having to hear my fucking bed spring out of nowhere, the whole enviorment, it just creates a fucking great ball of catastrophe.
I am generally a nice person, but on a bad day; I hate clingy people, I hate forced conversations, I hate being questioned, I hate having to pretend to be nice to people because I'm usually fucking tired, I hate it when people who 'borrow' personalities. I hate having the feeling of being a fucking loser. Parties aren't my scene, so I spend most of my party time on my laptop, I'd say from 8PM till 4AM, If i'm not streaming some Asian goodness, I'm video chatting with someone.

I honestly can care less for everyone I've met here so far. They are nothing like the people I have back at home.

Enjoy this.

Midnight snackage

When my friend [Lyann] told me that a Maruchan Chicken flavored cup noodle was worth about 500 calories, i quickly whipped out one from my stash of 60 to check to see if it was true. When I showed her how wrong she had been, she exclaimed 'what is this? DIET CUP NOODLE?'

coincidence vs. fate

I'm all moved in. Jun met a girl down the hall that just recently graduated from Brooklyn Technical H.S. Later in the evening, we find out that her cousin in our very close friend.

if insomnia was a crime

I'd be sent too live in a mountain in China. I have four days left in the city, can't wait to go back. There are certainly some classes I can't wait to take. Chinese - Mandarin, hopefully i'll learn to write something, my mother would be proud. Voice class - To help me learn more about my voice and how to use it. I'm not all that excited about Astronomy, but its gonna be my first lecture class, and its a good topic.

I hate Myolie.
Theres light peering in through my window. I haven't been hearing birds chirping lately.

durian

The man on Grand street and Bowery who shucks the durian shells is my hero. I almost always stop and stare at his wonderous talent.



I've eaten durian growing up and in no way is the smell worst than stale vomit, rotten eggs, and a sweaty shoe with dog shit on it.

sick

.. piece of shit roaming my concrete floors @ night.

I have a fucking rat in my house.

oy vey.

I'm surposed to be taking a field trip to ikea with my parents in the AM and don't let the post time of this blog entry decieve you. In truth, it is 5:30am. If i had the choice to opt out on the amazing adventure tomorrow, i'm pretty damn sure i would.
I had a semi productive day- i'll give myself that much. I'll try not to bore you with the in btwn details. I woke up at 5pm, a hearty 9 hours of sleep. I went to see Pineapple Express at KipsBay. And i've been watching TVB ever since. The end.

P.S I HAVE TO WRITE A RESUME

morning

My ocd permits me to make a new blog every two months. I absolutely heart diseases .. sike. My life is pathetic. I don't have a job this summer, so I have to spend my nights either playing a game to achieve fake greatness [private server, doesn't count], or engage in interesting conversation. Both of which have become amazing, therefore I must find something to do in the next 10 days to keep me out of my misery before i enter the dungeon of doom [college].

The end.

lazy day

testing testing