after the rain

you know those crisp, clear nights that always follow a storm or heavy rain? those nights that are so nice that it makes having endured those days of wetness almost worth it? well, they are my favorite. everything smells better, looks more lush and feels more healthy. when i was little, i was under the impression that the weather would change with my mood just like a mood ring. it made me feel really powerful because whenever i was sad, it would rain. whenever i was angry, it would be an overcast day. and whenever i was happy, it would be sunny out. i guess, in a sense, that mentality hasn't really changed. don't get me wrong, i know that my mood doesn't affect the weather but more so that the weather somewhat affects my mood. this much-needed break from the rain brought a little more light to the dark, twisted place i was in. so cheers!

cheers to: clear nights, best friends, my dance family, korean dramas, lunar eclipses, winter break, and smart phones.

boo to: work, not needing to go "bra shopping", heartache, sleep deprivation, and the scary things in life.

clover, wishbone, penny

i am in desperate need of a four-leaf clover. or the bigger half of the wishbone. or the lincoln side of the penny. because lately, i've been feeling like one of those cartoon characters that is constantly being followed by a rain cloud over their head. sometimes i'll feel like the cloud has finally found someone better to annoy but as soon as i look up to check, one pesky drop of water somehow escapes and reminds me that its owner has not left. because i am not particularly fond of this illustration, i always try to avoid instances that could bring upon this rain cloud. i mean, i wouldn't call myself an extremely superstitious person but if i can refrain from stepping on a crack while i walk or not knocking over some salt at a restaurant, i will. despite being careful about these sorts of things, i feel like someone stuck a "kick me" sign on my back and everyones taking turns honoring that sign. too many similes and metaphors i know, but i guess that's just how i feel like ranting right now. i need that four-leaf clover because i cannot sleep. i am so worn down and mentally exhausted that i am craving sleep but my body just won't let me. i am up until about 5 every morning until i force myself to close my eyes and pass out for a couple hours. i need the bigger half of the wishbone because i meet the wrong guys. you would think that two wrongs will make a right, but not for me. i meet two wrong guys, it just brings me more wrongs. and because of this, my trust issues are growing to massive proportions and the invisible wall i put up is getting much more visible than i would like. i need the lincoln side of the penny because i need all the luck i can get to dig myself out of the perpetual hole i've created because of all the stress, ridiculous people, and lack of motivation i have in my life. enough said. so if anyone stumbles upon a four-leaf clover, wishbone, or a lucky penny...send it my way? thanks.

just dance

lately i've found myself hanging out with my dance friends a lot. i don't know how it happens but i feel really lucky to be surrounded by such good company. my only regret is having met them so late. thanks to all of you for inspiring me to want to pursue dance more seriously. thank you for listening to my problems, making me laugh, and teaching me new things. love you all.


cheers to: dance, the Tech museum, psycho donuts, tricking, birthday parties, and dubstep

boo to: the fact that all good guys are either gay or taken

harry freaking potter

i am a mass communication major. what the hell am i suppose to do with that? the major itself is so broad and although that may seem like a good thing because i have a lot of options, i find it frustrating. recently, i've been really thinking of what i want to do in the future but all i could think of was stuff that i like to do. music, dance, write. sigh, sometimes i feel like a failure because all my interests do not add up to having a successful, well-paying job later on. why oh why can't i have fallen in love with science, math, or business? but then again, money doesn't mean happiness and i believe that as long as you are doing what you have sincere passion for and the means of obtaining the things necessary for living isn't too hard, you're doing okay. having calm myself down with that logic, i am comfortable saying that at the moment, i want to be a music/the arts/food critic. something along the lines of that? not your usual "i want to be a doctor, police officer, or teacher" response but screw normal. what better way to practice and establish my credibility than on my blog right? i thought so! so here goes.



midnight premieres usually aren't my cup of tea. long lines and overly crazed fans just aren't worth enduring to watch a movie that will be playing in theaters for the next two weeks anyway. but i have been a loyal customer of the harry potter midnight showings ever since the beginning and for a good reason. you would think that for a movie that requires so many special effects and editing that the book would turn out to be a lot better than movie such as the case for Twilight but it wasn't. the book actually considers the movie its equal. the actors match the description almost perfectly. the setting for the movie is spectacular. and the editing and special effects are insanely real. all of the harry potter movies have these qualities in common but the seventh harry potter movie surpassed the rest. everyone knows that it is hard to cap off such an amazing series especially if most of its characters are dying and to tell you the truth, i didn't think this movie would be all that great because of all the hype but boy was i wrong. i was mesmerized, scared, happy, sad...all in one movie. i will not spoil anything for those silly enough to not have read the book or watch the movie but let me just say this, i am so glad that this movie wasn't in 3d. not just because it is ridiculous that all the movies nowadays are becoming 3d even when it isn't necessary but because it was legitimately scary at times.

i am obsessed to the point that i want to watch it again when its not 2 in the morning and my eyes want to shut extremely badly so as to take in even more detail. this movie even satisfied the expectation of the crazy fan dressed as luna lovegood that sat in front of me, so it's safe to say that this movie definitely needs to be seen by everyone. lover of all that is harry potter or not. this is definitely cinematography at its best!

congrats to david yates and j.k. rowling for creating something so brilliant.

guy in the blue jacket

i don't know if its just my judgmental nature or my knack for noticing small unnecessary details but i tend to find a lot of quirks about people that bother me. little pet peeves. annoying mannerisms. stupid habits. i know that i have my share of them but goddamn, there are some inconsiderate and obnoxious people in there world. like today for example. before i even went into work today, i knew it was going to be crazy and hectic considering it was only about 60 degrees outside. cold day plus our hot ramen and soup equals a buttload of customers. with that in mind, i also knew that even though we have a perfectly respectable sign that states our maximum capacity is 55, our lovely customers will try to huddle inside of our store to hide from the cold. which brings me to my story.

as i was filling water cups, i noticed that our restaurant started to smell of cigarette smoke and i quickly glanced up to see what imbeciles were causing the entire store to reek. [side note: i'm not trying to bash on smokers because i know many lovely people that smoke and its whatever. i really don't care. it's when people are inconsiderate of others when they smoke that i have a problem] when i finally spotted the culprits, mr. tan jacket, mr. black jacket, and ms. wears too much make up, i got genuinely angry. most of the time when i catch people smoking and stinking up our store, they are just smoking too close to the door and i kindly ask them to move. but these three were ridiculous. the cold weather and their incessant need to smoke allowed them to fall into the habit of standing inside the restaurant with their stogs and just opening the door when they needed to blow out and closing it when they didn't. believe me, my jaw could not have dropped any lower. i mean, seriously? don't even take in the fact that there is a law stating that you must be 20 feet away from any store when smoking but there are families dining in our restaurant. families that include children. what has this world come to. before these three could feel the wrath of my verbal abuse, a guy in a blue jacket from a table of four stood up and sternly asked them to either leave or put out their cigarettes. that might seem like a simple gesture to most people but i wanted to hug the man. it's easy to say that if you saw someone being careless or inconsiderate, you would do something about it, but when the situation presents itself, people usually look the other way. it's nice to know that someone had the decency and balls to tell someone off, even at the risk of retaliation.

so thank you, guy in the blue jacket. you have given me some hope for mankind now.

oh the little things

this was adorable so i had to take a short break from my studying and post it

[20:55] croissant06: you're online!!!
[20:55] croissant06: this seems so rare
[20:55] croissant06: that even tho i'm about to party and put away my laptop
[20:55] croissant06: i felt obliged to IM you
[20:55] croissant06: and say that I miss you
[20:55] croissant06: kk byee ^^

i don't really know why, but that made me smile. i love how little things like that can make all the difference.

solitude

i can't deal with people. their bizarre mannerisms, their immaturity, their logic, their reasoning, their thought process. with each passing day i feel like the amount of people i can tolerate slowly shrinks. i used to think that being alone was unbearable and completely depressing but now i think of it as a luxury. going off and doing your own errands by yourself, no rush, no pressure. being home alone, reading a book or watching tv with no one nagging you. not having to decipher people's motivations or intentions because all you have to understand is yourself. that is sheer bliss my friends. sigh sigh sigh. human beings are such horrible creations. too competitive, too heartless, too manipulative. on a lighter note, this makes me appreciate the people i feel are genuine. people i feel safe around, people i can trust, people that make me laugh. although that population is very small, it's better than being non-existent right?

cheers to: good books, naps, Helen Koh, carrots & cherry tomatoes, flight 2212, and moleskine notebooks

boo to: school, bastards, and everything else