hobbies. wish i had some.

school is overrated. i will study tomorrow. i watched amelie two times in the past week, go me! i wish i had an interesting hobby, maybe i should go around collecting discarded photo booth strips at train stations like the guy in the movie. i asked oscar if they really do have those booths at each metro station (because i don’t remember) and he says yes, because people need their photos for this weird ID thing. i love amelie, wish my life was like that. not so much the lonely part, but the imagination and the helping everyone thing.

where’s a place here that has photos? and people throw them away? we don’t have that many photo booths… perhaps those photo sticker places? hmmm…

One Last Day

I woke up today and felt like dying. If diamonds are a girl’s best friend, cramps are the enemy.

I hugged our electric heating pad all day long, it was my best friend. I managed to organize my portfolio, although I am thinking about taking more stuff down just because it’s so old and embarrassing.

check out the flash proposal we did! we r awesomes.

Destruction/Creation
by Danny Askew, Rebecca Chen, Anthony Lam

Noodly Appendage? Priceless.

Some girl in my drawing class did her final project on the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was surprised many people in my class didn’t know about this, which says something about just how much time I waste on the internet. She’s consistently made quirky art, and I was too shy to say anything because she looks like one of those hardcore arts people, where as I am just so displaced-looking with my regular-ness. My friend Marco drew the Google front page on his 38″x50″ paper and in the text input he wrote “child pornography” ahahahahhaa We’re all going to be so famous some day…

after we die.

self-pity fest for average jane

I started thinking about things I’ve accomplished. How if my life was written in the form of a resume, I would have no “impressive” accomplishments. Nothing I can really label, but then again one could debate that I’ve done stuff that’s important to specific people blah blah but I also want MORE. It’s weird to think that some of my acquaintances from high school have entered and won beauty pageants, or scholarships to famous schools that look like castles or apprenticed in a bakery shop (yum) yet I don’t have anything like that. Things I can list in my “life resume” are small, slightly insignificant things like traveling, loving cheese more than i should and quitting a whole list of extracurricular activities. is quitting considered a sport? because i’d be good at it.

So far I have:

• lived in Taipei, somewhere in South Carolina, and Vancouver.

• travelled to Los Angeles, Seattle, Paris, Belgium, and Hong Kong (don’t remember it though)

• participated in a bunch of volunteer events such as salmon club (sexy, I know), 24 hour famine, walk with the dragon, senior home visit for DSC, bake sale for world vision

• QUIT a series of things such as: piano, volleyball, hip hop, chinese school, collecting stamps, keeping goldfish, swimming (still can’t swim), trying to whistle with a cracker in my mouth

• the ability to bake a cake from betty crocker cake mix, pan-fry things, blend fruit juice in a blender and is an expert at setting the time for microwaves

• tried more cheese than the last time I professed my love for fromage – i’ve had la vache qui rit (laughing cow) herb and garlic or something… goes well with any form of bread. a bit too soft by itself. nom nom nom.

• watched a shocking selection of movies: you name it, I probably watched it/am watching/will watch it.

i guess that’s it. i don’t have any awards, any competition trophies, except for those ribbons they give everyone at elementary school because “everyone is special”. i should make an award for losers, and even then i probably wouldn’t win it because i’m so average. HA. boo. hissss. i’m gonna go emo in the corner of my room now.

blankity blank blanknessss

has stupid “creature” computer science project due. has massive paper of 50 inches to do for drawing. has to look for bottles for theory project.

is seriously contemplating dealing with 50 inch paper in manner of 58 seconds into this video:

source: art school confidential. one of the funniest (and honest) movies ever made about … art.

edit luzzy showed me this great website called my mom is a fob, which is totally distracting me from doing anything else productive. “we cannot take (the signs for yes on prop 8)!! Our family has the gay!”
ahahahah xD gotta love fob moms.

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