December 2011
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if i could capture the cold in photographs, i’d imagine half-lit cigarettes kissing the frame, smoke curling around the edges of the coated paper, lifting it into the air as ashes float from embers. a funny thought, to capture cold through visions of warmth, like realizing affliction through the absence of complacency. are you aware of that passiveness without an opposing force?
in addition to my last post
i could totally go back to t9. it didn’t screw me over half as much as a touchscreen keyboard does.
oh, except for the time my nokia didn’t know how to spell “raccoon”
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omfg
when my iphone’s autocorrect is trying to be so helpful that it takes me 10 seconds to keep retyping the word i want.
osuso asked: thanks grl! do you design as well?
an end of a chapter
osuso:
twas fun singapore. you gave me bad grades, a weird heart, a (more) open mind, a lighter wallet, and a drive to be more.
at risk of sounding dramatic, i feel as if i left a part of me there. i’m in a long distance relationship with myself, ha! i’m sure i’ll come visit again. i might even go work over there at ogilvy.
wishful thinking.
not creepin, ok. i just appreciate good design.
nice
sometimes i have the urge to say nice things to people out of nowhere. compliment them about something i’ve always noticed but never cared to mention. “i love the way you describe things.” or compliment a stranger about something i noticed right off the bat. “your teeth look so great.”
it’s surprising what you hear back from others. not just a “thank...
i used to hate all kinds of food. and then my palette became more sophisticated. i started appreciating all kinds of food. this? sure, i’ll try it. that? of course, i’ll have some. dessert? don’t mind if i do. late night eats? ANY time eats!
and so i gained 10 lbs in three months.
i still hate cake.
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“i think i’m f…”
and the sunlight looks so friendly when you’re in bed. it peeks through the slits of the blinds and travels across your room. each minute you spend searching for your words, it inches towards your chest, your neck, your chin. it hovers on your lips, trying to coax the unspoken syllables from your mouth.
the body next to you shifts and patiently says...
backwards
i do everything backwards. i used to think it was a few things, but the list keeps getting longer…
- read magazines starting from the last page - count drawers/shelves from the bottom up - read the last words of a sentence first (have to restrain myself on the last page of a book), then read first words to the middle and piece it together (also, if you send me a text with more than one...
damn, didn't catch anything
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making sense
sometimes i keep stories in my head from when i was younger in case i one day have the knowledge to figure out what it all means.
example:
when i was about 6 years old, my 13-year-old friend told me a story about angels. she said she was almost in a car accident, but the moment the car stopped, she saw a bright green light cross her path. she believed it was an angel guarding her and saving her...
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when your chinese is bad
alex: my dad left his wallet at home again alex: so i kept on screaming into the phone alex: you left your purse at home alex: because i thought purse in chinese was for wallet :/
Anonymous asked: this is embarrassing.. but i get a free bottle every time someone buys one at mangoaff725(dõt)com and these things work better than crack. i friggin lost 15lbs in 2 weeks.. try them. they seriously work like crazy.
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liam-kinsler asked: has skyrim destroyed your life yet
angela, do you remember when she carried us each up the stairs why didn’t we wake up? we were heavy burdens
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i like it when i eat something sort of spicy, and my lips get pink like i put on lip color, but i really didn’t, it’s al natural, baby.
anon: do you know if it’s necessary to tell my gyno i had an abortion? she’s like the happiest, most smiley person on earth. me: i think you’d have to be honest about your body anon: she has so many baby pics everywhere. i feel like she loves babies. they’re on all walls…
me: OMG THAT SECOND PICTURE!!! anon: omg she’s going to secretly hate me… me:...