When words fail you, use images
“Take too many pictures.”
I’ll be back to writing soon. I haven’t written in months.
How many precious moments have passed by? Life is changing me, I can feel it, because I’m experiencing so many of its new situations every day.
being lied to
listening to hidden feelings of dislike between others
being mistaken in an important belief
being pushed to be intimidating
I was blindsighted by life this year. Caught off guard. It feels like disillusionment. Now I feel like there’s a lapse, almost like a whisper of doubt, in what I write and what I think. I thought I was able to predict pangs and hurt.
I’ll be the first to acknowledge suffering only makes the heart grow stronger, the first to accept it is best to accept new and uncomfortable situations — like speaking in front of thousands — to push yourself.
So I’m glad. I’m glad I was hurt like this. I’m thankful to have experienced them now rather than later.
Say it with me
Loudly, proudly, strongly —
No collision of lips to halter your sound
No rearticulation of teeth to stutter
Pull the world around you close — “keep it
close,” she whispered — and snug. It envelops you,
OUR DYNAMICS WERE THE BEST I EVER HEARD
THAT I SORTA WANTED TO CRY
And West Side Story was omg
Smooth like butter
What do you want to be when you grow up? Thats the question Ho Quang, a 26-year-old photography student, posed to 10 children living in downtown Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
They’re a part of me too.
I should be sleeping, but I think I’m running on a very serious case of strange, figuratively-caffeinated happiness. Like, it’s fueled solely because senior year is so close to being done.
In other words, I have succumbed to senioritis. I SELF-DIAGNOSED, so it’s pretty official.
And yet, in accepting my defeat against this disease, I only ignite my cocky confidence that will set me back on the steer-cut path in academia. Tomorrow, we will see how far I can progress.
Good night, world
USC 2013 Admits, USC Girls Roommate Finder, USC Birnkrant Girls Roommate Finder C/O 2017, USC Pre-Medicine | Class of 2017, and USC’s TO Class of 2017 — Each group makes me love almost all 43095240 of them.
Wherever we go, college life will be amazing. You just have to look.
I just didn’t expect to feel love so palpably before the SIR deadline had passed, feel so because of everybody’s welcoming attitude, good humor, and open personalities. Even when others share that they will not attend USC, I’d like to think that the “Congrats on your successes. Good luck!” and “Aw, well I hope you are happy with your decision. Fight on!” and “Once a Trojan, always a Trojan” make them feel like they wish they did, just a little. My FB notifications shoot to Venus. I hope everybody can experience this kind of family bond soon enough.
I am small in this world
There are too many good vibes. My heart is broken that I can’t experience them all, but it will do with to have the ones around me every day.
And that is tragic and better than anything I can possibly dream of at the same time.