Big Girls Do Cry

When did we stop crying? No, don’t get me wrong. I cry regularly. I cry easily. I cry hard. Trust me, my pillows know. But why doesn’t everybody else? I had a pretty rough day last Saturday. I spent 10 hours on the road to Hong Kong to take my ACTs the day before; I sat for hours under…

October Favorites | 2015

You know that I have a problem when this much Matt Damon appears in my monthly favorites. Honestly, I haven’t been able to take my mind off of this piece of gorgeousness (and I’m very aware that I’m objectifying men right now). He had always been on the top of my list ever since I saw…

366 Pages to Mars… and Hopefully Back

Three men made this book. Andy Weir, Mark Watney and Matt Damon. The Martian is, no joke, the best science fiction I have ever read (to be fair, Sci-Fi isn’t really my thing), and I thank Weir for his brilliance in Mathematics and Physics and Chemistry and Astronomy and Botany and all that uninteresting matters, Watney for the inappropriate laughs,…

My Poetic Battle

We all carry burdens and expectations on our shoulders, but my problem is, I don’t like any of mine. Maybe I should go through an easy, comfortable life just like everybody else, just like my parents, and not regret my life; but honestly, I’d rather fuck myself up and find out who I really am, and not having to regret myself. And that, I think is pretty poetic.