i've discovered that having a public blog as a high schooler is pretty pointless considering how unimportant most of my thoughts are. so, if you'd really like to keep up with me and on a more regular basis, please request to view my new private blog here.
these old posts will still be here to read for fun:) hope to see you all soon.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
"mylaahas" reassessment
My Life - not that i've been keeping up with this blog at all. but yeah. i'll talk about my life because i'm a hypocrite who says blogs are not for complaining and talking about yourself, but that is precisely what i intend to do.
As a - as a what?
Hungry - true. went to "Thai Spices & Sushi" today. got some pad thai. last time, they asked me how spicy I wanted it and I asked for "Hot." not "Very Hot," mind you. but it was really really spicy. today they didn't even ask. and not spicy at all. and it was pretty good, just not as BAM as last time. but the wonton soup was very good (not your typical wonton soup). crispy tofu with plum sauce & peanuts was excellent also. brother got chicken nuggets (typical) and mom, eggplant. yummay.
Asian - cannot deny this fact of life.
Stranger - strange, yes. stranger, less and less each day but i'd still say so. except to a lot of asians. cannot deny!
As a - as a what?
Hungry - true. went to "Thai Spices & Sushi" today. got some pad thai. last time, they asked me how spicy I wanted it and I asked for "Hot." not "Very Hot," mind you. but it was really really spicy. today they didn't even ask. and not spicy at all. and it was pretty good, just not as BAM as last time. but the wonton soup was very good (not your typical wonton soup). crispy tofu with plum sauce & peanuts was excellent also. brother got chicken nuggets (typical) and mom, eggplant. yummay.
Asian - cannot deny this fact of life.
Stranger - strange, yes. stranger, less and less each day but i'd still say so. except to a lot of asians. cannot deny!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
the "iwantabf" feeling
the "iwantabf" feeling...
...inspired by my(or "a", to be fair) best best best friend alice.
First off, the "iwantabf" feeling should not be confused with the "I want a boyfriend" feeling, nor with the "I am a hopeless romantic and want love" feeling.
I've had the iwantabf feeling many times before, but didn't have a name to put to it until I got a text on Christmas Eve. It went something along the lines of "i'm getting that iwantabf feeling again...but i know i really don't want a boyfriend. so so lame."
You see, I don't actually want to get romantically involved. I don't want to lose my mind and become really annoying (because I'm already annoying enough), and I don't want to have to deal with my parents about it. My friend continued on to say that she didn't want a boyfriend; she just wanted to have a guy to hug.
How simple and true is that? I love my family and my friends, but a boyfriend just gives you a different kind of love. It's like halfway between best friend and true love. ahhh okay now I'm leaning towards "I am a hopeless romantic and want love." Usually I fall into that category when I go to ponandzi.com or watch Secret again. DARN IT. I HATE IMAGINARY NICE PEOPLE.
Anyway, the iwantabf feeling is really annoying. It usually comes up when all of your friends have the "I want a boyfriend" feeling, but you know you're more sensible than that. And then it comes up at parties when everyone is talking about their love lives and you sit there with a nonexistent one...
The iwantabf feeling also makes it very difficult to focus on the things I want to focus on, like making positive change around me and becoming less of a pig. I can feel myself increasing in volume. I CAN FEEL IT.
now this is just becoming a complaint. dang it. and i want more food. and i dont want to get fat. and i wantabf. but i dont want a boyfriend. and i am a hopeless romantic. but i dont want to be. and i want to change the world! but i dont want to leave my chair.
i am just full of contradictions and chocolate.
...inspired by my(or "a", to be fair) best best best friend alice.
First off, the "iwantabf" feeling should not be confused with the "I want a boyfriend" feeling, nor with the "I am a hopeless romantic and want love" feeling.
I've had the iwantabf feeling many times before, but didn't have a name to put to it until I got a text on Christmas Eve. It went something along the lines of "i'm getting that iwantabf feeling again...but i know i really don't want a boyfriend. so so lame."
You see, I don't actually want to get romantically involved. I don't want to lose my mind and become really annoying (because I'm already annoying enough), and I don't want to have to deal with my parents about it. My friend continued on to say that she didn't want a boyfriend; she just wanted to have a guy to hug.
How simple and true is that? I love my family and my friends, but a boyfriend just gives you a different kind of love. It's like halfway between best friend and true love. ahhh okay now I'm leaning towards "I am a hopeless romantic and want love." Usually I fall into that category when I go to ponandzi.com or watch Secret again. DARN IT. I HATE IMAGINARY NICE PEOPLE.
Anyway, the iwantabf feeling is really annoying. It usually comes up when all of your friends have the "I want a boyfriend" feeling, but you know you're more sensible than that. And then it comes up at parties when everyone is talking about their love lives and you sit there with a nonexistent one...
The iwantabf feeling also makes it very difficult to focus on the things I want to focus on, like making positive change around me and becoming less of a pig. I can feel myself increasing in volume. I CAN FEEL IT.
now this is just becoming a complaint. dang it. and i want more food. and i dont want to get fat. and i wantabf. but i dont want a boyfriend. and i am a hopeless romantic. but i dont want to be. and i want to change the world! but i dont want to leave my chair.
i am just full of contradictions and chocolate.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
"smh"
I shake my head at:
- "Whip My Hair"
- public displays of unnecessary affection
- koreans
- the hula chair
- asian teenagers gettin it onnn
- myself
- thai curry (edit: instant thai noodles; my bad)
- kumon
- indians
- squishy/soft toilet seats
- high school freshmen
- high school sophomores
- high schoolers
- people who look like freshmen getting their mack on but are really seniors getting their mack on
- people getting their mack on
- guyliner
- vegetarians and tofurkey
- meatloaf
- school lunch
- NC taxes
- korean dramas
- people who think they are DA BOMB
- people who say DA BOMB
- made up relationships
- waking up on school days
- school
- caps lock
- polygamy
- visual basic
- unethical/demoralizing/inappropriate images and film (you know what this means)
- high heels in school
- blogging
- tumblr
- anime
- online dating
- westboro baptist church
- "camera whores"
- overconfidence
- korean pop music
- pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows - i did not make this up
- "go grab some lunch and eat some cucumbers" (edit: following this, he says "why did i say that?" nevermind.)
- jbiebz
- jobroz
- mileyz
- disneyz
- long lists
- dreaming up scenarios that will never happen the way you hope
- attempted accents
- facebook family trees
- liking - both elementary school crush style and facebook style
- my bus
- movie ticket prices
- the length of available sleep time
- saying goodbye!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Obnox
I was told by a certain obnox stranger to devote an entire blog post to obnox. Or to write a poem. But I like being obnox better, so here it is.
Obnox is a rather obnox version of the obnox word obnoxious, which is derived from the Latin "ob," meaning "to" or "toward," and "noxa," meaning "injury." So originally obnoxious had a slightly less obnox and deeper meaning, more like "subject to harm" than its watered down definition today. Obnox to me means more along the lines of "I am a really obnox word, which really means that I am annoying and too lazy to write down my full name, which is obnoxious, both in title and in description, and I also enjoy being dogmatic."
The word obnox reminds me of the word obesity. Obesity is obnox because people talk about it all the time but do nothing about it.
Obnox is one of those words that is obnox when you look at it, hear it, or say it. Although I do not think I have ever spoken the word or heard someone say it. Actually I just said, "You are very obnox," to my brother, so the previous statement is now false. It's sort of hard to say. It just cuts off and makes you feel short of breath. How obnox.
Obnox is like lox like sox like rox like fox like shox like tox like stalx like pox like chickens.
oh how the mind strays.
If I keep writing, this may get very very strange. I could talk about obesity or chickens or being short of breath. Or I could just keep talking about obnox, which is pretty obnox in itself but also pretty straightforward. The obnoxness of this post about obnox has used the word obnox an obnox number of times. I am pretty obnox.
If the obnoxness of this post was rated on a scale from 1 to 10, this would be OVER 9000!!!!!!!!! How obnox. I am really getting tired of people writing that. I mean, it's from about 5 seconds of some dragonball z episode or something.
Maybe I am feeling especially obnox on this momentous occasion because I actually ran today. And bought GREEN ONIONS. And then had BEEF NOODLE SOUP. With the GREEN ONIONS IN IT. And I wore shorts and a t-shirt in obnox <60 degree weather. That is a pretty great feat for such an obnoxly pathetic individual such as myself.
I'm running out of obnox things to say in this obnox passage because I am talking to several obnox people at the moment and all my obnox thoughts on obnox are being drained by obnox thoughts on other things such as asses and boys.
Yeah....................................................
OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT!
~$**%)#_@+|@$~An ObNoX pOeM~`**%&#^~@($_3+@_
I must be really bored to write a poem on obnox
because we all know obnox is as obnox as obnox socks
and obnox socks are boring and not as salty as lox
I don't know why I write such crap; I'd rather be a fox
the end.
Obnox is a rather obnox version of the obnox word obnoxious, which is derived from the Latin "ob," meaning "to" or "toward," and "noxa," meaning "injury." So originally obnoxious had a slightly less obnox and deeper meaning, more like "subject to harm" than its watered down definition today. Obnox to me means more along the lines of "I am a really obnox word, which really means that I am annoying and too lazy to write down my full name, which is obnoxious, both in title and in description, and I also enjoy being dogmatic."
The word obnox reminds me of the word obesity. Obesity is obnox because people talk about it all the time but do nothing about it.
Obnox is one of those words that is obnox when you look at it, hear it, or say it. Although I do not think I have ever spoken the word or heard someone say it. Actually I just said, "You are very obnox," to my brother, so the previous statement is now false. It's sort of hard to say. It just cuts off and makes you feel short of breath. How obnox.
Obnox is like lox like sox like rox like fox like shox like tox like stalx like pox like chickens.
oh how the mind strays.
If I keep writing, this may get very very strange. I could talk about obesity or chickens or being short of breath. Or I could just keep talking about obnox, which is pretty obnox in itself but also pretty straightforward. The obnoxness of this post about obnox has used the word obnox an obnox number of times. I am pretty obnox.
If the obnoxness of this post was rated on a scale from 1 to 10, this would be OVER 9000!!!!!!!!! How obnox. I am really getting tired of people writing that. I mean, it's from about 5 seconds of some dragonball z episode or something.
Maybe I am feeling especially obnox on this momentous occasion because I actually ran today. And bought GREEN ONIONS. And then had BEEF NOODLE SOUP. With the GREEN ONIONS IN IT. And I wore shorts and a t-shirt in obnox <60 degree weather. That is a pretty great feat for such an obnoxly pathetic individual such as myself.
I'm running out of obnox things to say in this obnox passage because I am talking to several obnox people at the moment and all my obnox thoughts on obnox are being drained by obnox thoughts on other things such as asses and boys.
Yeah....................................................
OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT!
~$**%)#_@+|@$~An ObNoX pOeM~`**%&#^~@($_3+@_
I must be really bored to write a poem on obnox
because we all know obnox is as obnox as obnox socks
and obnox socks are boring and not as salty as lox
I don't know why I write such crap; I'd rather be a fox
the end.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Update: My LAAHAS
In a blink (not really), two months have gone by and this blog hasn't been updated at all.
I made this near the end of summer, after a life-changing move and somewhat of a loss of self identity. All I knew, of course, was that I was now an Asian stranger who liked food. A couple of weeks and experiences later, I think this is still true. At least, the food part hasn't changed - I'm eating papaya at this very moment. Nor has the Asian part, last time I checked. But am I still a stranger?
Over these past couple of weeks, I've gotten to know a number of people immensely better than I would have thought possible. Yes, I am still strange, and yes, to much of my school and my community I am still a stranger, but it no longer feels that way.
WELL ENOUGH WITH THE SENTIMENTALITY.
I was asked to blog again by a friend who I haven't seen for a while. So I feel like I need to write something funny/profound/groundbreaking...hm.
Vaseline - good for my lips, but I have run out of it. Carmex is also good. Nivea, not so much. Maybelline starts to smell bad after a few months.
Seoyoung - some Korean girl, haven't seen her in a while. She has a couple of bracelets of mine that I worked on for oh, like ten hours. I better be getting some gross letter in the mail soon. Also, wrote this: "Don't you think it would be romantic to get married under a blue moon? Unless they occur annually or something -- that would be horrific. But it sounds like something that would happen every hundred years..."
Friends - I guess there have been an increase in these lately.
Blue moons - are romantic
Blogs - are stupid
I - am running out of ideas
Friends (again) - I wish I could help you with your issues, but sometimes I'm not so good at that, especially when I start getting selfish. Don't worry; I'll try not to get in the way.
Huh - basically the content of my brain
Food - so good. so so good. mmmm yeah that's about it.
Love - is a complicated word. Love...for friends? For family? Does it mean anything if it is only felt, but not applied? How do you rein it in? How do you prevent yourself from loving someone the wrong way? How do you know if it's wrong to love someone? How do you let God show you how to love? How do you express love? How do you know when it is love? How do you love your friends and family, even when it seems too hard? Why am I asking all these questions about this? I am only a silly teenager.
Facebook - has destroyed my well-being. No Facebook = nothing to do. Something must be done about this soon.
Contentment - up and down these days. Some days all I want is some Mexican food and my old house and my old friends. Some days I am just so on top of things, I don't even understand how I'm so happy. Some days, all I can do is whine and complain, and looking in the mirror doesn't help. Contentment is rare these days - but people should make it a goal to find it.
Music - is one of the few things that always makes my life. Imogen Heap, especially Hide and Seek and Goodnight and Go, has been one of my favorites lately. Add some mellow John Mayer (not his personality) and Jay Chou from his earlier years, and my day is made. A cookie would be good, too.
Dresses - not really my thing. I can't really pull them off.
Dances - not really my thing, either. The people in charge always yell at me when I take off my shoes. And the music they play is usually annoying as heck. Also I can't dance.
Athleticism - something I lack
Profound - something this is not
Liking - is for elementary schoolers. I can't believe high school is starting to be this silly again.
Sleep - something that I should do soon.
Joy - sometimes as simple as talking to one of your favorite people. It seems to rarely come after some big extravaganzic preparation of dinosaur proportions.
Dinosaurs - their color is debatable, but they're pretty cool. I hang out with them sometimes.
Family - I don't treat them as well as I should; I couldn't ask for a better set of people to live with.
Anticlimactic - this
Rant - this
The end - this
I made this near the end of summer, after a life-changing move and somewhat of a loss of self identity. All I knew, of course, was that I was now an Asian stranger who liked food. A couple of weeks and experiences later, I think this is still true. At least, the food part hasn't changed - I'm eating papaya at this very moment. Nor has the Asian part, last time I checked. But am I still a stranger?
Over these past couple of weeks, I've gotten to know a number of people immensely better than I would have thought possible. Yes, I am still strange, and yes, to much of my school and my community I am still a stranger, but it no longer feels that way.
WELL ENOUGH WITH THE SENTIMENTALITY.
I was asked to blog again by a friend who I haven't seen for a while. So I feel like I need to write something funny/profound/groundbreaking...hm.
Vaseline - good for my lips, but I have run out of it. Carmex is also good. Nivea, not so much. Maybelline starts to smell bad after a few months.
Seoyoung - some Korean girl, haven't seen her in a while. She has a couple of bracelets of mine that I worked on for oh, like ten hours. I better be getting some gross letter in the mail soon. Also, wrote this: "Don't you think it would be romantic to get married under a blue moon? Unless they occur annually or something -- that would be horrific. But it sounds like something that would happen every hundred years..."
Friends - I guess there have been an increase in these lately.
Blue moons - are romantic
Blogs - are stupid
I - am running out of ideas
Friends (again) - I wish I could help you with your issues, but sometimes I'm not so good at that, especially when I start getting selfish. Don't worry; I'll try not to get in the way.
Huh - basically the content of my brain
Food - so good. so so good. mmmm yeah that's about it.
Love - is a complicated word. Love...for friends? For family? Does it mean anything if it is only felt, but not applied? How do you rein it in? How do you prevent yourself from loving someone the wrong way? How do you know if it's wrong to love someone? How do you let God show you how to love? How do you express love? How do you know when it is love? How do you love your friends and family, even when it seems too hard? Why am I asking all these questions about this? I am only a silly teenager.
Facebook - has destroyed my well-being. No Facebook = nothing to do. Something must be done about this soon.
Contentment - up and down these days. Some days all I want is some Mexican food and my old house and my old friends. Some days I am just so on top of things, I don't even understand how I'm so happy. Some days, all I can do is whine and complain, and looking in the mirror doesn't help. Contentment is rare these days - but people should make it a goal to find it.
Music - is one of the few things that always makes my life. Imogen Heap, especially Hide and Seek and Goodnight and Go, has been one of my favorites lately. Add some mellow John Mayer (not his personality) and Jay Chou from his earlier years, and my day is made. A cookie would be good, too.
Dresses - not really my thing. I can't really pull them off.
Dances - not really my thing, either. The people in charge always yell at me when I take off my shoes. And the music they play is usually annoying as heck. Also I can't dance.
Athleticism - something I lack
Profound - something this is not
Liking - is for elementary schoolers. I can't believe high school is starting to be this silly again.
Sleep - something that I should do soon.
Joy - sometimes as simple as talking to one of your favorite people. It seems to rarely come after some big extravaganzic preparation of dinosaur proportions.
Dinosaurs - their color is debatable, but they're pretty cool. I hang out with them sometimes.
Family - I don't treat them as well as I should; I couldn't ask for a better set of people to live with.
Anticlimactic - this
Rant - this
The end - this
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