The One with the Sickness.

Laughter is the best medicine. I used to laugh so much out loud and made people laugh and not care about what I say or do. Now, I laugh and try to be goofy and be the way I used to be, but it's not the same. I'm becoming a boring person, dull and life-less. Seriously, I just need to stop caring and just rip through this mask that is beginning to take over my real self.

Earlier, I was talking to someone about having a natural smile and always appearing happy and content. Like, don't you just want to look happy and perfect. But, I take it all back. I'm human; I have feelings and I get hurt (a lot).

Someone please call the surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart,
JPEEEZ.

The One with Imeem

I was browsing through IMEEM for a playlist to listen to while I study for chemistry, I stumbled on this list.
60 things about guys (not quite sure if it was a guy's or a girl's persepctive).
Guys are sucker for a girl's smile. Oh, I melt.
Ironically, guys plan out what they say before they talk to a girl, but just nothing ever goes as planned and just makes things up along the way. Hmm, so not true ;[

So. I've been giving this girl the eyes (a few times already) and I think she's giving me the eyes as well. Oh, I wish.

It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
And it takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction

"Stop drinking my cow piss" - C
JPPPEEEZ.

The One with Raining Pop Culture

I'm not quite sure why we are so attracted to pop culture. Why we dedicate a great deal of energy, time, money, everything in knowing these useless, trivial, ever-passing things? Why we focus so much on what Miley Cyrus? Brangelina (ugh, I hate Angelina)? JENANISTON! I see many of my peers, myself included, religiously concern themselves with celebrity gossip and whatnot? I don't understand. For what? Knowledge? Acceptance?

It was just a random thought. I decided to sit myself down until probably 3 am? to study for chem midterm so I don't cram everything the day before. I mean, I have a good hold of the milllions of equations, but I just have to familiarize myself with the tricks and ins and outs. While I study, I found myself on the Yahoo frontpage (TWICE) reading... society's downfall, celebrity gossip. Miley upsetting the Asian community? Oh, please, let her be. She has enough people hating her...or just jealous of her? I say the latter, admit it people, you hate her cause she has fame and money and everything you want.

It's been pouring here in LA. Like extreme shifts in climate. One second it is just clear, ten seconds later, super-intensified rain. I realized I did not bring an umbrella down here, so consequently, I got soaked each time I go out.

Sooner or Later (by N.E.R.D),
JPEEEZ.

The Penguins have Landed

My well-built chest models a shirt from JHuangster, the second shirt she sent me (since the first did not fit) for the big one-eight birthday. I am not fond of birthdays. What's so special? I mean all the praise should be diverted to yo mama for going through the pain of delivering you. Thanks mama! I remember being so excited for my birthday when I was a kid. My parents would throw the biggest party for me (and my bro since his bday was only 10 days away from mine). It was bomb and all the kids thought I was so cool. Every year... probably until I was like 10. Oh, the young days, the good life. Now, birthdays are so...overrated. Like, oh, I'm a year older, so what? I was watching Sweet Sixteen on MTV a few hours ago; what a waste of money! All for what? Popularity? Reputation? Okay, birthdays are no longer my thing. Bday's will probably strike me when I become older and everything is going terrible bad.

Oh, the penguin shirt. Now I feel obliged to buy you something Jeska.

Back to semi-emo (Robin Thicke) music, disgusting ban-caramel drink, and endless math hw,
JPPEEEZ.

PS. Jeska, I am not turning emo like you. You define emo. See ya soon in the CITTTTAYY!