April 2012
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“Our system of integration is working increasingly badly, because we have too many foreigners on our territory and we can no longer manage to find them accommodation, a job, a school.”
— Nicolas Sarkozy, the son of Hungarian immigrants.
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March 2012
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The sunlight is golden but the leaves still sway by the wind.
February 2012
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“When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your...”
– “Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair,” Jeanann Verlee (via floralnymph)
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“Really, Congress? You held a Congessional committee on reproductive rights and...”
– AMY POEHLER, Weekend Update
Anonymous asked: Your blog seriously, is fantastic.
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안녕하세요? 제이름은 브랜다예요. UCLA 4학년이에요. 전공은 영어예요. 저는 미국 사람이에요. 웨스트 우드에 살아요. 제 취미는 독서예요. 좋아하는한국 음식은비빔밥이에요. 만나서 반갑습니다. 잘 부탁합니다. Turning twenty-one on a Wednesday before an 8am class, losing your voice Ariel-style, and then having an oral presentation. In that order.
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January 2012
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“Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most...”
– Haruki Murakami
Some children fall in love with yellow-haired dolls. Others, race cars, toy soldiers, or a water colour paint set. I fell in love with the dictionary. Yes, the dictionary. It was silent kind of love, a love one could only share with their mother and no one else. As a young child, I had access to a collection of books; my classroom walls were lined with literary characters, my local library poured...
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“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make...”
– Charles Bukowski
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My fingers are parched white and my cheeks a blistering scarlet flush. I could blame the cold night’s wind for this or even Southwest delaying my flight but I know that at the core of it all, it is just a case of the Monday Blues. The Monday Blues consists of a plenitude of first world problems: being delayed for a flight, then finding seconds later that my iPad is unusable for some reasons...
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A peach is a fine fruit. It delights all who has had the chance to have a taste with its juiciness and succulent flesh. A delectable fruit with velvet-like skin and a blushing complexion, the peach is often sweet, but never to the point of being saccharine. Prunus persica, a beloved fruit of Eastern origin, induces the feelings of indulgence without being actually indulgent. Many pine for their...
“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.”
– Charles Bukowski. (This is basically true for us, since our toilet is clogged roughly 3 times a week. Darn you, Midvale Plumbing!)
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Methods of memory recall are continually being researched everyday by scientists in hopes of finding new ways to aid the one thing most people struggle with - remembering things. Like most people, I tend to have struggle with remembering. I am usually more forgetful when it comes to remembering spatial memories, such as where I left my keys, where I placed my cellphone, or even finding where I...
December 2011
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We sat beside one another and I surveyed the ornamental french press on the wooden table while he touched his tablet with delicate fingers, inputting numbers and texts and curiosities. That breezy night in the muggiest season of the year, my favorite cafe served me a curveball; I knew then that black rimmed glasses would never be the same.
Now, in the season of sizzling tea pots and indoor...
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Never in my life have I waited over an hour for a hotdog: Pink’s.
I rinsed out my mug, slung the straps of my briefcase over my shoulder, and walked out to the entrance of the office. Due to some odd reason on my behalf, my attempts at speaking to Rachel, the assistant account exec who awaited my arrival and departure every day, had usually been maladroit and uneasy. Since today was a particularly special day, I prepared myself for another cumbersome...
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My reminiscent mother. My aging father. My kid sister. A man who loves me. The man I love. An old friend. An old roommate. A peculiar and unknown friend. A former mentor. A grueling boss. A grief stricken woman. A callous woman. A compassionate stranger. I’ve always wondered who would give my eulogy - and when.
I uploaded this picture to Reddit in hopes that I will be able to become a top Redditor so that I could boast to Peaches; unfortunately I only got one message: “try xi or qi”.
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In an aging night, Peaches and I drove out to boondocks. A man met us by the water, and led us to his boat. There, a bit-sized mongrel peed on my bare thighs, and we fell in love.
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SPLAT! - Came the end of the fall quarter.
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This bag clutched through the rain and wind on the flimsy branches of the tree outside of our balcony. Three days later, it is still clutching. Organic chaos.
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I’ve been receiving messages questioning my identity. So here, does this suffice? It is the aftermath of Black Friday: a video game for Peaches and Ghiradelli Fudge Brownie Mix for me.
November 2011
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Time after time, men fall for the genial because they welcome the world with open arms, then later scorn them for being too open, too lively, too warm. It is inevitable that the genial be accused of wanting to be liked by all.
Except the genial doesn’t really care if they are liked. In fact, the genial is actually just another misanthropic fuck, like the rest of society, who knows first-hand how...
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“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed...”
– ― Charles Bukowski
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"Go be black somewhere else"
Through a high school program, a 17 year old African American student visits UCLA. She is in Royce Hall when a male Bruin walks by and says “Go be black somewhere else”. Alarmed, the girl reports the incident to her mentor. They set a meeting with this young man. “No, I didn’t say that at all”, he says. “I said, ‘Go be black somewhere else, like at a black school’”.
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Cafe 50’s - West L.A
October 2011
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The apartment is a ghost town. Salt and pepper bags filled with our everyday items, like cooking oil and screenplays, line the countertops and hide in dried-out tubs. We seal up the cat food, throw up our mattresses and wait for the morning fumigators.
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The seasons are changing. Can you smell it in the air?
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Man next to me in Kerchkoff Cafe looks and reeks of hoboland yet has been typing away on a laptop for hours. Then, he asks me in almost indistinguishable English for my opinion on his work - I begin to read a section of a screenplay and to my surprise, it is impeccably written. Wow, life, you’re amazing. But then I realize, every time in such instances that we are “surprised’, these surprises are...
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Identity? - I’m one of the three.
Can two people become close friends, despite belonging to different class statuses? For instance, an upper-middle class man and a lower class man? An executive class woman and a lower-middle class woman? Can they be everyday friends?
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Is it better to put all of your eggs in one basket (one essay worth 70%) or split your chances (two essays worth 30% and 40%) ?
Before I had put up this status, I had already made my decision: All or nothing. I understand the possible consequences of such an investment in my grade, but frankly I’d like to think I’m a creature of faith. The point of the status was to see who else is one.
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LA Art Experience - So You Think You Can Dance ?
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“I have often wished that Jefferson had not used that phrase, “the pursuit of happiness”, as the third right—although I understand in the first draft was “life, liberty and the pursuit of property”… Still, I would rather he had written life, liberty and the pursuit of meaningfulness or integrity or truth. I know that happiness has been the real, if covert, goal of your labors here. I know that it...
September 2011
16 posts
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(College) Healthcare in America
Tuesday: Notice I have a burning and enflamed bug bite the size of my palm…on my ass. Get everyone in my apartment to look at it. Some of them even touch it. Hypothesis includes ‘spider bite’, ‘bee sting’, and ‘return of the bed bugs’. Wednesday: Try to explain on my second day of my internship that I must seek medical help for my ass. Notice the smaller bite on my back has increased in size and...
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All of my blog posts are half-written in my iPad and I will upload them when I have time. in the meantime..
Mona Lisa: “I should find myself a nice book. You know what, pass me one.”
Mona Lisa: “Here, read ‘Vagina Monologues’, these pages”.
Mona Lisa: “Better be mind-blowing”.
later-
Mona Lisa: “That was a good little chapter. Yeah. Wow. Let’s write about our own”. So, soon I will write...
