The frustration of how impossible it is
to get someone out of your head
when every part of her
reminds you of something you like about the world,

captured in a two minute string of words and gestures.

Justin the pleeb, everybody.

@2 days ago
#bubbles #tt 

if it weren’t for this dumb essay i’d be playing video games and getting high and going to the beach every night.

@1 year ago
#bubbles 

Glad to be alive

11/27/2012

I was careless about crossing the street that night. I had my earbuds in and I didn’t keep my eyes on the car. I just assumed it had stopped. When it hit me it felt like I was shoved into a wall really hard. I flipped over the car and landed on my head and shoulder, and even though Berkeley paramedics said I was fine, the doctors at Arcadia’s Methodist Hospital found a fracture in my skull and a blood clot resting on my brain.

I spent the entire Thanksgiving weekend in the hospital, eating lime jell-o, weathering headaches, and responding to FB love via my cell phone. A lot of people came to visit: Bo Chung, Joie, Katherine Wang and Solomon, da nads (minus Alex… where was he?!), Anna, Sheng, Marissa and Cristina, Tiff Eng and Kathleen Nakamura, Andrew Z and his mom, one of Dad’s friends, and Will Li. They definitely sped my recovery up. They say that laughter is the best medicine, but I disagree. Love is the best medicine. Laughter is an occasional side effect. The doctors let me out of the hospital on Sunday after I had started walking and eating solid food again. 

Now I’m stuck in San Marino. I still have to get all my shits together so I can take whatever finals I can manage to take. LIFE MOVES ON.

In the end we’re all just bags of water. If you poke me in the right way I’ll leak and die. Sucks.

@1 year ago
#bubbles 

Goddamn.

I dreamed last night. Got 8 hours of sleep but I’m still tired. :(

I was part of a class that was taking a field trip into some kind of science museum or a factory or something. In either case it was a really big building and we were visiting specific areas of it and applying for some kind of leadership position at the end.

Emily was with me. I knew she had a thing with another guy in the class, but I didn’t think much of us hanging out together. I liked talking to her. She wasn’t the kind of girl I see once and start obsessing over for all the wrong reasons. She’s the kind of girl who takes life as it is. She’s honest. And a little bit wounded. 

The class started climbing the stairs to look at an exhibit. Emily and I trailed at the edge of the group, but we stuck together for the most part. I asked her if she had ever seen anything like this before. She asked what i was talking about. When I looked around, the entire area around us was empty, even the class was gone. The only thing we could see was an elevator across the floor. So we walked over to it. Maybe the rest of the class was back downstairs. 

As soon as the elevator doors shut behind us, Emily jumped into me, her arms around her neck, and she kissed me. I kissed her back. There was a softness in her lips that matched the look in her eyes after we disengaged. But something felt so wrong. She’s not Miranda anymore. She’s Kat. And Hey! isn’t she with that other guy in our class?

"Are you going out with whats his face"

"I.."

"Are you two a couple."

"…"

The elevator bell dinged. We looked at each other. The doors opened. We walked over and rejoined the class as it was walking to another area in the building. 

@1 year ago
#bubbles 

HOLY CRAP 

@1 year ago
#bubbles 

hashtagCONFIDENCE.

@1 year ago
#BUBBLES 

clothesencounters:

Check out my November Faves video!  http://youtu.be/7NBKWXMyetw


so cute omg

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@1 year ago with 2740 notes
#bubbles 
@1 year ago with 3953 notes
#himym #bubbles 

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/11/17/how-to-live-without-irony/?hp

i was watching clothesencounters videos and i started obsessing about how cute the girl is and then i observed that “she’s really hipster” but szeto was like “she’s nawt hipster” and then he sent me the above link and it’s a pretty interesting read and i can see a lot of austin in it. i wonder how he’s doing and if he’s changed probably not that much. 

i’m listening to a playlist that the girl put together and it’s pretty sick. and it reminds me of austin. 

i really like the paragraph in the article about irony and how self-reflexive ads exemplify how we use irony to “hide in public”. might use that in my final essay for film somehow. just cuz i like the concept. 

@1 year ago
#Austin #Bubbles 

I feel a little out of control. 

I’ve been lagging behind in school work ever since I decided to drive down to SoCal for SM’s Homecoming (I still think it was totally worth it). Last weekend I spent each night doing something crazy to my brain, whether it was drinking alcohol or smoking weed. I’m three weeks behind on my CS homework. Worst of all, I keep wondering WHY I DON’T BELONG HERE.

Is it because I don’t have my heart in the right place? I believe strongly in self-fulfilling prophecies. So.. what is the path that I’ve laid out for myself? Hm.

I need to set my foot down on the things that I really want to do. No more wishy-washy “maybe I’ll do it later” shit. 

Those are the things I want to do. The top priorities. It’s okay if I go to dinner with peeps,  or spend some time taking breaks. But until I reach my goals, no stupid stuff, like spending all of Friday night playing poker, or chatting on FB into the wee hours of the night. GET SHIT DONE. 

I miss kenneth.

@1 year ago
#bubbles 

The frustration of how impossible it is
to get someone out of your head
when every part of her
reminds you of something you like about the world,

captured in a two minute string of words and gestures.

Justin the pleeb, everybody.

2 days ago
#bubbles #tt 

hashtagCONFIDENCE.

1 year ago
#BUBBLES 

if it weren’t for this dumb essay i’d be playing video games and getting high and going to the beach every night.

1 year ago
#bubbles 
1 year ago
#bubbles 
Glad to be alive

11/27/2012

I was careless about crossing the street that night. I had my earbuds in and I didn’t keep my eyes on the car. I just assumed it had stopped. When it hit me it felt like I was shoved into a wall really hard. I flipped over the car and landed on my head and shoulder, and even though Berkeley paramedics said I was fine, the doctors at Arcadia’s Methodist Hospital found a fracture in my skull and a blood clot resting on my brain.

I spent the entire Thanksgiving weekend in the hospital, eating lime jell-o, weathering headaches, and responding to FB love via my cell phone. A lot of people came to visit: Bo Chung, Joie, Katherine Wang and Solomon, da nads (minus Alex… where was he?!), Anna, Sheng, Marissa and Cristina, Tiff Eng and Kathleen Nakamura, Andrew Z and his mom, one of Dad’s friends, and Will Li. They definitely sped my recovery up. They say that laughter is the best medicine, but I disagree. Love is the best medicine. Laughter is an occasional side effect. The doctors let me out of the hospital on Sunday after I had started walking and eating solid food again. 

Now I’m stuck in San Marino. I still have to get all my shits together so I can take whatever finals I can manage to take. LIFE MOVES ON.

In the end we’re all just bags of water. If you poke me in the right way I’ll leak and die. Sucks.

1 year ago
#bubbles 
1 year ago
#himym #bubbles 

Goddamn.

I dreamed last night. Got 8 hours of sleep but I’m still tired. :(

I was part of a class that was taking a field trip into some kind of science museum or a factory or something. In either case it was a really big building and we were visiting specific areas of it and applying for some kind of leadership position at the end.

Emily was with me. I knew she had a thing with another guy in the class, but I didn’t think much of us hanging out together. I liked talking to her. She wasn’t the kind of girl I see once and start obsessing over for all the wrong reasons. She’s the kind of girl who takes life as it is. She’s honest. And a little bit wounded. 

The class started climbing the stairs to look at an exhibit. Emily and I trailed at the edge of the group, but we stuck together for the most part. I asked her if she had ever seen anything like this before. She asked what i was talking about. When I looked around, the entire area around us was empty, even the class was gone. The only thing we could see was an elevator across the floor. So we walked over to it. Maybe the rest of the class was back downstairs. 

As soon as the elevator doors shut behind us, Emily jumped into me, her arms around her neck, and she kissed me. I kissed her back. There was a softness in her lips that matched the look in her eyes after we disengaged. But something felt so wrong. She’s not Miranda anymore. She’s Kat. And Hey! isn’t she with that other guy in our class?

"Are you going out with whats his face"

"I.."

"Are you two a couple."

"…"

The elevator bell dinged. We looked at each other. The doors opened. We walked over and rejoined the class as it was walking to another area in the building. 

1 year ago
#bubbles 

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/11/17/how-to-live-without-irony/?hp

i was watching clothesencounters videos and i started obsessing about how cute the girl is and then i observed that “she’s really hipster” but szeto was like “she’s nawt hipster” and then he sent me the above link and it’s a pretty interesting read and i can see a lot of austin in it. i wonder how he’s doing and if he’s changed probably not that much. 

i’m listening to a playlist that the girl put together and it’s pretty sick. and it reminds me of austin. 

i really like the paragraph in the article about irony and how self-reflexive ads exemplify how we use irony to “hide in public”. might use that in my final essay for film somehow. just cuz i like the concept. 

1 year ago
#Austin #Bubbles 
1 year ago
#bubbles 

I feel a little out of control. 

I’ve been lagging behind in school work ever since I decided to drive down to SoCal for SM’s Homecoming (I still think it was totally worth it). Last weekend I spent each night doing something crazy to my brain, whether it was drinking alcohol or smoking weed. I’m three weeks behind on my CS homework. Worst of all, I keep wondering WHY I DON’T BELONG HERE.

Is it because I don’t have my heart in the right place? I believe strongly in self-fulfilling prophecies. So.. what is the path that I’ve laid out for myself? Hm.

I need to set my foot down on the things that I really want to do. No more wishy-washy “maybe I’ll do it later” shit. 

Those are the things I want to do. The top priorities. It’s okay if I go to dinner with peeps,  or spend some time taking breaks. But until I reach my goals, no stupid stuff, like spending all of Friday night playing poker, or chatting on FB into the wee hours of the night. GET SHIT DONE. 

I miss kenneth.

1 year ago
#bubbles